Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for December 15, 2007
Poncho: At last the darkness has parted and the light of my destiny is shining clearly. It's all coming back to me now! I was bred for wealth! Greatness! Adulation! Boomer: Weren't you, like, born under a rotting porch? Poncho: So? Jesus was born in a manger. Hudson: Oooo! Comparing yourself to Jesus! Boomer: Oh no you did-ent!
Nice try, Poncho.