Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 23, 2009
January 22, 2009
January 24, 2009
Transcript:
Poncho: You! I know who you are! You're my evil opposite from a parallel universe! Cheesh! Chicha! Cheesh! Cheech! Chazz: Poncho, stop making those electrical sounds! And stop strangling your brother! Poncho: My... my brother? Chazz: This is Orlando. He was adopted the day after I adopted you... by an oil baron. Poncho: Cheesh! Chicha! Cheesh! Cheech! Chazz: Okay, okay, cut it out.
jerrymeza almost 16 years ago
oh boy, I needed that laugh
“CHEESH! CHICHA! CHEESH! CHEESH!”
HAHA
KingRat almost 16 years ago
I think my names were better.
http://www.gocomics.com/poochcafe/2009/01/20/
cleokaya almost 16 years ago
I agree with you KingRat.
Hey Poncho, at least you were adopted. There are fates far worse. I do think that you have an excuse to kick a cat.
pschearer Premium Member almost 16 years ago
I don’t think there are any more oil barons. Oil sheiks, amirs, sultans, generalisimos, and presidents-for-life, but no barons.
gigabyte03 almost 16 years ago
Double your pleasure, double you fun, with double good, double good Poncho plus one.
Um yas, according to the DSM, Mr. Poncho presents a definite dissociative dissonance, this probably due to sibling discognance.
I prescribe Prozac, 150mg. t.i.d. Also Doggie Yum Yun treats, 8oz t.i.d.
Ahem, that will be $65.00.
Next…? -.-
alondra almost 16 years ago
Oh poor Poncho. If Chazz hadn’t adopted him he might have been adopted by the oil baron with his brother and been living it up in luxury. But he wouldn’t have had the friends he has now or Chazz. I know, Carmen and the cats he can live without.
boozoothatswho almost 16 years ago
There may not be oil barons anymore, but there are oil field services barons. Actually more insidious, especially when they appoint themselves Vice President, FUBAR everything for eight years, and ride off into the sunset in a wheelchair after suffering record shredding injury.