Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 20, 2005
October 19, 2005
October 21, 2005
Transcript:
Poncho: Chazz, tomorrow I go under the knife. I need you to take down my last will and testament. Chazz: Uh, okay. Poncho: To fish, I leave my squeaky toy. To Boomer, I leave my frisbee. To you, Chazz, my owner, my best friend whom I cherish most in the world, I leave my electric fullbody massage chair. Chazz: You don't have a massage chair. Poncho: That's because you wouldn't buy me one!
