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!!