Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 27, 2007
Transcript:
Poncho: My master has become afraid of me. Boomer: Why? Did you bite him? Poncho: No. I pushed his wheelchair over, then I slammed his foot in the car door, then I gave him a whole bottle of sleeping pills. By the way, have you got that five bucks you owe me? Boomer: I'll get it! I'll get it for you, man! Just give me a little more time!!
mrFishy about 14 years ago
argh, run away from poocho the dog of misfortune
mrFishy about 14 years ago
argh, run away from poocho the dog of misfortune