Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 07, 2011
October 06, 2011
October 08, 2011
Transcript:
Boomer: Aw, PooPoo, you broke my freakin' door, man. PooPoo: More whiskey! And fresh horses for my men! Boomer: We're low on whiskey and horses at the moment. PooPoo: Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Poncho: That's quite a new look you've got going there. PooPoo: Never squat with yer spurs on, pardner! Boomer: You sure those boots are the right size, PooPoo? PooPoo: They are sort of giving me a blister.
Butter my Butt and call me a Biscuit? I’m stealing that one.