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Al Gore shows up at Geo W's ranch ... unannounced!
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| What the hell is Al Gore doing here on my ranch? | |
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Geo W. can't believe this guy's balls.
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| Al, what are you doing out here? Did Laura invite you? Because I didn't. | |
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| No, Mr. President, I came out on my own. I need a job. Thought I could do something here to earn a few bucks. | |
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Geo W., in effect, tells him to hit the road.
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| Sorry, Al. To be perfectly frank with you, you've screwed up every job you've had. You're not going to screw up my ranch. You're still a damn robot. | |
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| Hmmm, he calls 'em like he sees 'em. Jobs are tough to come by for ex VPs. Wonder if Rush Limbaugh or Red Rickerfor would give me a job? Naw, not those guys. | |
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