Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for September 13, 2009
September 12, 2009
September 14, 2009
Transcript:
Poncho: You don't really appreciate what these boys do for us. I went on a ride-along. It really opened my eyes. Voice: Apartment on Gladstone Avenue, poker game, 2 larges with everything. Deliveryman: I'm on it. Woman: I never ordered anchovies! I can't stand anchovies! Deliveryman: Okay, ma'am, just remain calm... we're right down to the wire! If we don't make it in the next 120 seconds the whole thing is free! Men: You guys are da best! I respect you guys so much! Woo! Deliveryman: Just doin' my job, sir. Poncho: They're out there every night, workin' the streets, keeping things on track. Boomer: The thin red line.
They certainly must have a lot of “crust” for dealing with the bloatedly gorging public @ “large”.