Monty by Jim Meddick for November 29, 2014
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Transcript:
Back from the barbaric feast with your family, I see... I didn't need any turkey. Don't worry. I don't trust you... Let me smell your breath... Sniff sniff Somehow, surprisingly, you pass. I sucked on a slab of tofu on the drive back...
All I can think of when Pilsner smelled Moondog’s breathe – Moondog should be grateful he doesn’t have a cat. A cat will open your mouth and stick its head in as far as it can – because smelling AND seeing tells the tale.