How come when you’re finished eating,people ask if you saved room for dessert?

What does that even mean?

Are there people that actually do save room?

(hits bong)

Apparently the dog wants to start writing a column.

It’s gonna be tough  sledding for Goliath.

How is he gonna type without thumbs?

(hits bong)

Then again I said the same thing about my boss The Pink Panther, who is a stuffed animal.

The moral of this story is…never give up on your dreams, or whatever.

(hits bong)

Fuck it!

Let the dog have his own weekly column.

We need all the help we can get here at the best fake magazine on the planet.

Peace.

Old Skool Joe