Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 29, 2012
May 28, 2012
May 30, 2012
Transcript:
Poo Poo: Why do you guys ale fun of me all the time? Poncho: You're a male bichon frise. Your name is Poo Poo. You ride around in a purse. You smell like lipstick. You're afraid of leaves. Your bark sounds like a mouse choking. You have tear-duct stains. You have a napoleon complex. A cinderella complex. Scarlett O'hara syndrome. A leaky bladder. And you can't digest food without extra virgin pine nut oil and an abdominal massage. Poo Poo: Arf arf arf! Bobo: Somebody help that mouse!
poor, poor, poo poo