standing by a highway in head for foot black clothing with something like a bat and possibly pointing a "radar gun" at cars or whatever is very fast way to get rolled up on by the actual Highway Patrol or equivalent. people driving cars may get distracted by Phil or may panic if thinking that some random with a pistol is pointing things at cars and clearly isn't a peace officer.
I like how he bounces back and fourth from trying to keep his location a secret from us to outright telling us where he'll be at an exact time.
I suspect his “comrades” set him these “patrols” that consist of just being somewhere and not getting in their way until they need money for... uh... “re-equipping.” Phil claps his fat little hands excitedly and squeals, “I’m fighting da fash!” “Yes Izzy,” they reply. “You’re fighting the fash.”
What does it mean when you perform anti-capitalism badly?
Possibly he entrusted the actual watching aspect to his trusted lieutenants Reindeer, Wolfie and Mr Owl, with strict instructions to contact him if Proud Boys were sighted.
This is the
The world may never know.
I can't tell if he forgot that he was supposed to be a furry or not.
Let him preface this by saying that he likes the idea of fucking dogs.
He really is just a fugazi Chris Chan; now he has to stoop to an imaginary marriage with imaginary friends to keep up?
