Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for September 27, 2009
September 26, 2009
September 28, 2009
Transcript:
Poncho: Ho ho! Look at him struggle! That leaf is hanging on like grim death! Get that blower nozzle right in there! I think it's starting to shift! Are you sure it's set on maximum? Huh? Is it? Man: Are you trying to say somethin-- Poncho: SHUT THAT BLASTED THING OFF!!! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: man. I also present: technology, in all its glory. Generations of evolution have given us this specimen: dim, unsubtle. While hundreds of years of technological growth have brought us this: the leaf-blower. Let's throw a thousand screaming Valkyries inside the leaf-blower. And toss in the intoxicating bouquet of gas fumes. Who doesn't like that? Oh, and let's not forget a bit of rain water to really get those leaves stuck good and tight to that pavement. RRRRRRrrrrr....
A banshee would’ve been a better pic than a Valkyrie.