A man stepped out onto his porch, watching a naked Korean man golf with Al Gore while dancing on a pogo stick. The man took a progressive leap to the dinner table and broke his enormous pen shaped plastic instrument, and Gore screamed out, "BP's fault." Unaware of the bear eating from the riser-pipe while talking stock prices; Gore then immediately engaged in crying for five years. Once he calmed down, there was a soothing roar from the bear, he roared, "Pineapples suck" to which the Korean committed Hara-kiri but failed, instead wounding Al Gore's young niece. So he pulled an anvil out, strapping it on.
Suddenly Steven Hawking stood up and proclaimed, "This is the end of class. But not for long!" Then he wormhole teleported them to Russel Crowe's liquor cabinet, located near Tom Fulp's summer home where he likes to sodomize penicorns. Then they electrocuted the penguin of moral destruction because they were busy screwing a bolt into a robot giraffe's rusty pericope and eating minty biscuits while singing, "America, Fuck The Llama!" Regardless, the president was banning all of the llamas to Disneyland, where Donald Duck was watching systematic genocide, pleasing many lesbian zombies that weren't frosted butts.
Al Gore, weighed down, let the Korean stick a curtain up his neighbour's lamp shade. Suddenly, a gigantic teacup crashed onto Tom's home and a massive
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