Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 22, 2007
Transcript:
Poncho: I tried to shave the tar out of Poo Poo's fur with my master's shaver, but it broke halfway through. Boomer: So then what did you do? Poncho: Disassociation from the evidence, man. I left the tarred remains on the doorstep, rang the bell and ran. Boomer: But Poo Poo is standing right there. Poncho: I'm talking about the shaver.