Recycling

We're in the pacific northwest. We recycle everything. Even dialogue.

Recycling

Oh, drama. Does the dog belong to Mr. Rubenbottom? Will it make Mrs Metiche leave her window seat? Will it spawn a neighborly fling, or a neighborhood turf war? and what about the damned leash laws? To find out, come back next week or the following weeks. I only have an average of 3.1798 panels so it could take a while. Especially since I have no clue either and not buffer currently. Paddy: You're back early Patrick: I was going to say the same, I thought you had an afternoon shift? Paddy: I did but the new manager sent me home because it just wasn't Friday enough yet Patrick: But it's Wednesday Paddy: That's what I... oh, forget it. I think he really sent me home because I refused to show off more cleavage Paddy: Oi! did Freddy just let that dog into his house? Patrick: Who? What dog? Paddy: I hope he likes plaid as much as he likes flamingos Patrick: What are you talking about?