Thursday, January 13, 2011

Gore's Carbon Blood Print

"Did someone say virgin's blood?" Al Gore was damn tired after flying in one of his many jets across the European continent for the third time in as many days.  Ken Lay pivoted in the golden colored lazy boy seat that was personally designed for him. "I heard Bill was having a party in the Caymans.  They should have some virgin's hearts there.  You know Billy C loves his virgin hearts!"  "Quite right, Kenny boy, Bill loves them hearts."  He had a chuckle, as Gore also loved eating the ripe muscle of teenage girls.  "Man Bear Pig!  Man Bear Pig!"  Yelled Dan Qualye from the back.  "Remember that show, heeheehee.  Man Bear Pig."  "Shut up Dan, how do you spell potato again.  Did I catch an "e" in there.  Haha."  "Good one." Said Ken, as he leaned back in the chair and put his gelly-eye sun-blocker on.  "Oh yeah, that's original."  Said Dan with a frown.  "So was YOURS."  "That's enough!"  Quipped CondaLeeza from the front.  "I have had just enough from you two.  Everyday, bicker, bicker, bicker.  If you do not stop by the time we land, I am telling Bill neither of you can have heart."  "Ooooh."  They replied in unison.  "We're sorry."

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