At a certain age, you’ve gotta stop it with the Opposite Day shenanigans, because people will just think you’ve lost it.
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Which Phil is the real one?
Goofy Phil?
Or cool Phil?
Tahoe geezer.
Ten minutes before the lights go up, Phil picks up the red phone, screams “LAUNCH THE NUKES, DAMMIT!” into the receiver, wings the salt and pepper shakers at a roadie, and it’s showtime.
Something for your Saturday evening: 7/1/73 at Universal Amphitheatre in Los Angeles featuring a nifty first set with an always-welcome Race is On and a Phil-ocentric China>Rider.
But stay for the Truckin>OtherOne>Wharf Rat>Bobby McGee sequence. Because Wharf Rat>Bobby McGee.
Bobby can’t even look at what’s going on over there: it looks like Phi’s sweater is eating his head.
Phil always left the blood bank energized.
Sometimes Phil likes to jam with his musical friends; sometimes he likes to take them to a hillside and share a smile. Phil goes with the flow.
For a brief moment in the 80’s, Phil was the fat guy.
And, yes: Bobby is picking his nose. Well spotted.
Between this and the Barney incident, maybe we have to take the hint and come to terms with the fact that Phil’s a Furry. (A Phurry?)
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