Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 02, 2008
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November 03, 2008
Transcript:
Poncho: Help! I ate cat food! I couldn't resist!! Boomer: Sweet biscuits! You're going to become one of them, now. You're going to turn into... a cat! Poncho: What? A cat? Boomer: It's a zombie-like state! First, your eyes will bug out! Then you'll feel the urge to play with string! Then you'll contort into weird positions and start coughing up hair balls! Poncho: Ghak! I can feel it starting! Help me! HELP ME!! Boomer: It's too late! You're doomed! Doomed to walk the earth as a soulless, dilapidated husk of life! Chazz: Rrr... work on a Saturday... stuck in traffic... why traffic on a Saturday? Brain hurrrrrt.... Poncho: At least I'm not that guy.
pschearer Premium Member about 16 years ago
Gilligan, I hope you read this because you are one of the most consistently funny cartoonists today. I read about 150 cartoons a day, so I know whereof I speak. Thanks for the laffs.
dempster about 16 years ago
JFizzleWit, shut up.
jwhuzzlepiz about 16 years ago
Plus he’s using all those exclamation points, a sure sign of desperation.
alondra about 16 years ago
I love Poncho’s hate relationship with cats! It’s so hysterical!
circuit7 about 16 years ago
Ow ow ow. Poor Chazz. What a sad way to go.