If there was any justice on this planet, Al Gore would slip on an ice patch and do a face plant into a six-foot tall snowdrift, never to be seen again, and Punxatawney Phil would be slowly rotating over somebody’s barbecue grill, marinated in a mesquite sauce and turning a nice golden brown.
If there was any justice on this planet, Al Gore would slip on an ice patch and do a face plant into a six-foot tall snowdrift, never to be seen again, and Punxatawney Phil would be slowly rotating over somebody’s barbecue grill, marinated in a mesquite sauce and turning a nice golden brown.