Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 13, 2016

Cool. We learn his street address. 242 Olive Lane.

OK Poncho, I never knew your last name was Palmer, but you better get moving, boy. The vacuumator is coming. Maybe you can convince him that you can’t produce a son.

“Listen, and understand! That [Vacuum] is out there! It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are [hairless].”

Bring it on !

Nice of that reporter to announce Poncho’s address and then say he hopes the assailant doesn’t learn his whereabouts. Don’t go home Poncho!

My money’s on poncho, after stupid happens.

All Poncho has to do is stay at the cafe until this whole thing blows over. He won’t, of course.

“Most women”? What are you basing this statement on? I honestly haven’t stopped to read a phone book in years, but the last time that I looked at listed names, there were just as many women’s names shown as names of men.

“Thank you, TV. Hey, Boomer, know any good hotels a few hundred miles outta town?

Google said there are half a dozen Olive Lanes in NY area but cant search the rest of country. where is author based out of?

Gosh, I hope Chaz, Carmen, and the cats aren’t in any danger of being sucked off to another dimension !

Suck with me if you want to live…