Please go inside, Phil.
“Don’t tell me what to do, needledick.”
Dude, I’m worried about you. You’re turning 80 this week and have several underlying health issues. You must know a bunch of tech billionaires. Go to one of their private sex islands for a couple months.
“Half of the Western Caribbean is private sex islands nowadays.”
Really?
“Oh, yeah. They call it ‘The Sea of Fuck.’ It’s the only logical endpoint to unchecked Capitalism, if you think about it.”
True.
“I did have Grahame isolated, though.”
Is he sick?
“No, he was just getting on my nerves.”
Please be careful, Phil.
“I told hepatitis and cancer to go fuck themselves. This is nothing.”
Okay.
Prince and Mercer looking quiet
Best COVID pic so far.
Hey Phil . . . I flew up for the shows. . . arrived at LGA and within 30 minutes of getting off the plane heard you cancelled. Again.
Nice timing.
RIP Keith Olsen.
Spin some “Terrapin” for the man who tried harder than most to make Studio Dead a thing . . . .
Thank you, man, for bringing the funny. I sure do need it right now.