Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 21, 2010
March 20, 2010
March 22, 2010
Transcript:
Trash can: Ponncho.....It's me, Poncho! Your sweet love, the garbage can! Poncho: Leave me alone! Trash can: We haven't hung out in ages! Poncho: Stop it! You're bad news! Trash can: Come on, Sweetie Pie! You know how much fun we have! Poncho: No! I promised my master! Trash can: I'm everything you're looking for! Pork bones! Burrito wrappers! Poncho: No! I'm finished with you! It's over! Trash can: Fine! I'm moving on! Don't call me! Dog: Munch, chomp, gulp, chew Chazz: Oh, right! This time it wasn't you! Poncho: I'm as broken-hearted as you over this hussy.
WoodEye over 14 years ago
Might as well have done it Poncho!
carmy over 14 years ago
Smell his breath, Chazz. Poncho is innocent. (I don’t really think Chazz can tell by smelling Poncho’s breath, but it sounds fun anyway)
ladywolf17 over 14 years ago
From yesterday: Hi comicgirl1000.
ladywolf17 over 14 years ago
Fights temptation and still gets blame for the mess. Poor Poncho.
mrsullenbeauty over 14 years ago
The aluminum siren.
thampacks over 14 years ago
Damned if you do! Damned if you don’t
kirbey over 14 years ago
Hussy is such a great word !
JonD17 over 14 years ago
ahhh the lessons of life
sthakrar over 14 years ago
Hasn’t this happened before?
harm1994 over 14 years ago
That noise in that back of your mind, Gets only louder when you deny you soul….Poncho ” hahahaha”
COWBOY7 over 14 years ago
You’re a branded individual, Poncho!