Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for July 09, 2006
Transcript:
Boomer: Sniff I smell a rotting fish burger. Poncho: Sniff I smell a rotting fish burger. Boomer: It's about a mile away. Poncho: Gotta play this cool. Boomer: Yawn... well, I need to go home and take a nap. Poncho: Yawn... yeah, I need to go home and deflect attributions from my inner circle of fault. Boomer: Dang. Poncho: Dang. Boomer: "Inner Circle of Fault"? Poncho: I panicked!