Simpson vs Gore

Yesterday, instead of purchasing my usual Chunky Blue Cheese dressing brand produced by that old actor fellow, I opted for one on special at half the price. At home I removed the cap and noticed for only a second that the hole atop the bottle was very small for what was inside.

The Al Gore part of my brain that can read, write and do complex math was thinking, "how the hell is chunky blue cheese supposed to make it's way out of a quarter inch hole? Stop, no good can come of it!" The Homer Simpson part of my brain won by thinking, "must get blue cheese goodness out!" I nevertheless pounded the end of the bottle. And then it happened in a split second. The plastic cover on the bottle top shot forward. There was now blue cheese dressing; up my nose, across my forehead, on the top of my head, all over every thing on the table, on the chair, on the floor and on the sink mat across the room...

The Simpson part of my brain stood in wonder and disbelief. The Gore part of my brain self-righteously stared. They eventually joined forces and over the next hour cleaned it all up.

The moral to the story might be that Al Gore is much brighter but a bit more smug than Homer Simpson?