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The idea of Phil doing tacticool security sweeps of his hovel is pretty amusing. The bedroom would have to be the scariest part, since he has such little experience defending that room.
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The hardest drug Phil ever abused was benadryl, and perhaps a pot vape once upon a time.Highly doubt Phil could handle a GG's lifestyle. Plus has he ever been to prison? or abuse or mixed shit tons of hard drugs and liquor.
Even when he thinks he's going hardcore, he ends up as a casual. Honestly, that sounds like his entire adult life.The hardest drug Phil ever abused was benadryl, and perhaps a pot vape once upon a time.
But would he fig himself afterwards?
The two of you are giving me a godawful mental image of Phil stripped naked, taking a shit on the floor, laying down next to it singing 'bite it, you scum' at his shit-loaf to the dulcet tones of the Murder Junkies......
But would he fig himself afterwards?
You're both wrong.
Imagine Phil, on stage and undressed. Ahuviya Araujo, live in concert. There he is, mumbling into a microphone as a smoke machine blows over a crowd of drugged-up idiots. He climbs up on top of a mini-freezer with the lid open and squats down with one foot on either side of the opening.
He looks directly into the crowd, the music cuts, and he exclaims: "And now, time for something completely different! Look at what you make me do, Kiwi-fash!". The whole venue falls silent while Phil grunts and strains, dropping a loaf into the freezer. He stands up, and steps down. A loud "fwoosh" sound can be heard as the contents of the freezer are flash frozen just before the music comes back on.
Phil performs two more songs, using the shit he didn't wipe from his ass for lube to play with his man-cave. After he finishes his second song, he returns to the freezer, opens the lid and retrieves his turd. He holds it up and shows it to the crowd before turning around and throwing his right foot up on the lip of the freezer. He then reaches down between his legs and pushes the entire frozen log of feces back inside his already shit-covered asshole. Turning back to the crowd he gleefully explains "it may not be ginger, but it's just as fun!"
You witness him waddling towards the end of the stage while the music continues to play. Unaware of how closely he's holding the microphone you hear him whisper "You've done it, Phillip, you've finally found your people and will be popular forever" just as he leaps off stage attempting to surf the crowd.
Little did Phil know the entire crowd was full of k-farmers. A man near the back, the fearless leader, null, shouts out "kikes, it's time for the sea to part" and a large patch of concrete floor opens up in front of where Phil should be right now. Phil isn't there, however. He failed to get any air when he left the stage, instead launching himself face-first into the concrete floor. As Phil lies on the ground suffocating to death from complications of a broken neck, the assembled k-farmers each take a turn to piss on his face before leaving the venue, none notifying EMS. Phil expires one-third of the way through the line, but the kiwis have long waited for this moment, each taking their time and finishing until every person in the entire line has urinated upon the bloated corpse that was once Phillip Haskins Delici.
That's how things would go if Phil tried to be even remotely like GG Allen.
The packing and moving odyssey now has a soundtrack
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The packing and moving odyssey now has a soundtrack
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I promise you that the Counting Crows track he's listening to is "Long December." There are no deep cuts from that album, he just has the single(s) lined up. Same with the Chili Peppers, etc.The packing and moving odyssey now has a soundtrack
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You're both wrong.
Imagine Phil, on stage and undressed. Ahuviya Araujo, live in concert. There he is, mumbling into a microphone as a smoke machine blows over a crowd of drugged-up idiots. He climbs up on top of a mini-freezer with the lid open and squats down with one foot on either side of the opening.
He looks directly into the crowd, the music cuts, and he exclaims: "And now, time for something completely different! Look at what you make me do, Kiwi-fash!". The whole venue falls silent while Phil grunts and strains, dropping a loaf into the freezer. He stands up, and steps down. A loud "fwoosh" sound can be heard as the contents of the freezer are flash frozen just before the music comes back on.
Phil performs two more songs, using the shit he didn't wipe from his ass for lube to play with his man-cave. After he finishes his second song, he returns to the freezer, opens the lid and retrieves his turd. He holds it up and shows it to the crowd before turning around and throwing his right foot up on the lip of the freezer. He then reaches down between his legs and pushes the entire frozen log of feces back inside his already shit-covered asshole. Turning back to the crowd he gleefully explains "it may not be ginger, but it's just as fun!"
You witness him waddling towards the end of the stage while the music continues to play. Unaware of how closely he's holding the microphone you hear him whisper "You've done it, Phillip, you've finally found your people and will be popular forever" just as he leaps off stage attempting to surf the crowd.
Little did Phil know the entire crowd was full of k-farmers. A man near the back, the fearless leader, null, shouts out "kikes, it's time for the sea to part" and a large patch of concrete floor opens up in front of where Phil should be right now. Phil isn't there, however. He failed to get any air when he left the stage, instead launching himself face-first into the concrete floor. As Phil lies on the ground suffocating to death from complications of a broken neck, the assembled k-farmers each take a turn to piss on his face before leaving the venue, none notifying EMS. Phil expires one-third of the way through the line, but the kiwis have long waited for this moment, each taking their time and finishing until every person in the entire line has urinated upon the bloated corpse that was once Phillip Haskins Delici.
That's how things would go if Phil tried to be even remotely like GG Allen.
It was pointed out way back in the day by @Ravenor that Phil gets more tugboat in cali because cali reasons.Also, it looks like he's going to try the Bay area again. He really is dumber than I expected
It was pointed out way back in the day by @Ravenor that Phil gets more tugboat in cali because cali reasons.
It was pointed out way back in the day by @Ravenor that Phil gets more tugboat in cali because cali reasons.
Nothing like sticking it to the evil gentrifying kiwi farms mole of a landlord of his by resorting to sleeping under a bridge.So much for staying in Portland to continue his important work fighting the fash.