「THE MORING GOOLIES」Bucci’s sole passion was food, fish to radish anything wolfed. Reservoir trail was where he pooed, as Andy harassed crude ’n rude. The golden canine looked down on Karine, as he was Zeus unbeatable woof. Remember the day we drove red PJ, to Stanley you swam like a dog almighty. Now you’re gone we’re again alone though drool remains Persian carpet stains.

JB Editorial Team

THE MORNING GOOLIES 「Daily Milk Delivery!」presented by Japan Broadcasting.net Corporation

The trovatore was an irrefutable servant to the four legged master back in the days. “Reaching the peak sweaty like mud then rushing into 7Eleven for an icy piss water was the moment of delight”, he takes a deep breath sipping his usual Vietnamese coffee of dawn.