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| This is based on an untrue story. It starts out with Al Gore. He was frolicing in a field of wheat one day, enjoying the sunshine, when a walrus popped out from behind a brick wall. He had a bazooka. | |
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| Al Gore reacted quickly and burrowed himself into the ground. Al Gore then met with a civilization of mole people who cinsidered him a god. He lived with the mole people for 600 years of peace. | |
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| But he had to go back to the surface for a pack of cigarettes. When he came up, the walrus was still waiting for him. Al Gore acted quickly again and dug a yard flamingo deep in the walrus' temple. | |
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| The walrus stumbled until he accidentally fell in a pool of acid. He stumpled once more and fell in a pool of used razor blades. He stumbled again into a pool of cactuses. Then he had a heart attack. | |
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| Al Gore bought his cigarettes, smoked them and looked totally cool while doing it. Then he noticed that he wasn't Al Gore at all, and he was really Drew Carey. After realising this, Drew Carey farted. | |
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| (99% of people that know me want me dead) | |
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