Did you know that Bobby looked like the love-child of Richard Feynman and a Neanderthal? Huh? Did ya?
Also: Phil is looking into your soul and judging it.
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For some reason, this photo pops up in the first ten or twelve pics when you Google image search “Phil Lesh.” The only logical explanation is that Phil is a warlock and this is his familiar.
Bobby had his wetsuit on, his longboard waxed up, and was headed to the beach when Phil pulled him aside and explained to him what gravitation waves really are.
Next time someone gives you that old canard about the Eskimo language having 30 words for snow, give him a quick chop to the neck: swift and severe, because first off–Eskimos? Really?
And second, it’s just Orientalist silliness–the exoticism of the shivering Asiatic.
A person who has never had a drink simply out of preference is a teetotaller. A person who’s never had a drink and is a dick about it is straight edge. If you used to drink, but no longer, you’re sober. If you don’t drink and are wearing magic underpants, you’re Mormon. If you can’t drink because you’re on your second round of internal organs, you’re Phil.
From this…
…to this:
May his music always fill the parks. Thanks, Phil.
I like this one: it gets Phil’s eyes right, and when you got drunk, you could mistake it for a painting of Joe Namath, so it’s like getting twice the art for the price.
Terrible Dead Art returns with this series, beginning with Phil crossed with Roger from American Dad.
That’s how many livers Phil’s had: two livers.
At a certain age, you’ve gotta stop it with the Opposite Day shenanigans, because people will just think you’ve lost it.
Which Phil is the real one?
Goofy Phil?
Or cool Phil?
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