Goddammit, Phil–
“Fuck off, wretch.”
–are you using the Time Sheath to avoid quarantine again?
“Missed my mustache.”
It’s a beaut.
“Tough shaving it off. Sucker fought back. Remember my beard?”
Glorious thatch.
“Oh, yeah. Took a team of three professionals to get it off my face.”
You got some tenacious follicles.
“Once they get a grip, man.”
What are you and Cutler talking about?
“No idea. Between you and me, I’ve never understood a single word out of the man’s mouth. But, you know, he worked for the Stones.”
Sure. Don’t give 1970 coronavirus, please.
“Get off my back. I just needed a minute without that fucking mask.”
I get it.
I read the title as Mustacheriot, and find it also applicable
“It’s yer friggin’ bangs Phil, that’s wot I’m sayin’ mate.”
RamRod in the back? Tough to tell with that particular profile.
…Soooo, that’s NOT Trey listening to Mike (with a Rando in the background) regale him with yet another Bruce Hampton anecdote?