Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 06, 2015
November 05, 2015
November 07, 2015
Transcript:
Poncho: My beautiful dog face, stripped of its canine beauty! I'm left with nothing but a mask of cat hair to cover my withering visage! My repulsive carcass is too harrowing to gaze upon! I'm forced to hide away in the shadowy caverns deep below the upper world! And yet my heart still longs for love, still dreams of beauty and song..... Carmen: What's that mournful wail? Chazz: Poncho's hiding in the basement.
Argythree about 9 years ago
Poncho wouldn’t know love, beauty or song if they up and bit him on his hind quarters. Now, if there was something to mooch handy, he’d be the right guy…
Starman1948 about 9 years ago
Early morning greetings to all East Coat readers/commenters. And late night greetings to all West Coast readers/commenters.-——-@argythree: Definitely.-——-Have a prosperous day my friends.
Templo S.U.D. about 9 years ago
Poncho’s kind of citing “The Phantom of the Opera” by Andrew Lloyd Webber, isn’t he?
JP Steve Premium Member about 9 years ago
Cue a new poster from StelBel!
dre7861 about 9 years ago
“The Poncho of the Opera is there/Inside your mind.”