Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 28, 2006
March 27, 2006
March 29, 2006
Transcript:
Poncho: I have a problem. My master went away on a long trip without me. I feel the need to chew up one of his slippers. You know, to make a point. The problem is, he's got really bad foot odor. His slippers taste terrilbe. Five bucks whoever chews this for me. Boomer: Do your own dirty work!
