Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for April 15, 2020

So the Pooch Cafe turns into a Bingo Hall. Perfect…

Crazy and mystifying indeed.

But, 1st., Mah Jong!

If you can’t beat them … Join them !

What could possibly attact a lot of old ladies to Pooch Cafe, besides Bingo? A live Chippendale Calendar photo shoot.

Well that rules out the whole “Double Double Toil and Trouble” line of thought. I didn’t see the priest go in though. Must be a local guy.

Bingo could be a dog:

‘There was a farmer, who had a dog,

and Bingo was his name-o

B – I – N – G – O

B – I – N – G – O

B – I – N – G – O‘

Swallow the horses? Is that bar in France somewhere?

I read a funny story from a kid who went with his granny to the local senior bingo game. He actually won the biggest money prize, and his grandmother had to threaten the other old women with her cane because they thought that they should have won.

Well they apparently got rid of the horses, so mission accomplished. Now you need to find out what gets rid of old ladies. Maybe a flea infestation would do it.

I bet they’re keeping Poo-Poo as a hostage!

Volunteer Droolia to call the Bingo #‘s! That’ll get them to scoot!