Me and my buddy Al wuz fishin' oncet and he hooked a big ol' carp on six pound line. That fish sucked in the dough ball and just took off down the crick with it.
"Goddamit Al, loosen that drag, er you'll lose him!" I hollered and wuz jumpin' up and down on the bank, about to piss down bof my legs in all the excitement and the eight pak of Stroh's we'd finished just before all this took place.
"I got him now....Jeeezus, thet's a bigass fish!"
Al was gainin' on the leviathan an' I went out in the stream to scoop him up before he broke loose.

"Now bring him on over....O SON that's a monster! O Goddam let's scoop him now for he breaks free. Let's git him in da net Al, GIT HIM IN DA NET!"

Al stopped reeling and the fish (a forty pounder at least) gave a shake and the line popped and we stood there lookin' at the water.

"Whut the hail iz wrong wif you! Why'd you stop playin thet trophy size carp!" I asked him as I waded back to the shore and threw down on the bank.

"In da net...internet!...That's IT Tweed! That's what I'll call it."
And he run outta there like a crazy person, got in the Buick and down the road he flew.
I figgered he'd lost his mind.

Pore ol' Al Gore...allus thinkin' big stuff all the time...lost a perfekly good sixty pounder on account of that.
An THAT's the troof!