REV: I'm still wiping the tears away . . .

Oh my . . .

Okay, sometimes Triumph the Insult Dog just doesn't hit the mark . . . at all . . .

On the other hand, sometimes, i.e. The Republican National Convention, he invokes some internal breath-sucking device that makes me think it's time for me to see a cardiologist.

Here's another one . . . with the irony of a guy with a dog puppet making fun of Star Wars wannabes . . .

Doctor . . .

(p.s. no children allowed and all that stuff . . . that'll keep you away won't it kids.)