Thoughts On The Dead

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Am I Not Turtley Enough For Your Turtle Club?

phil no chin sweaty

A rare action photo, we see here that Phil has been frightened and has begun to withdraw his head into his carapace for protection. Sadly, we are missing the next pictures in the series which show the next steps in Phil’s defense mechanisms, in which he curls into a balls and sprays the room with highly-poisonous mist from specially-evolved anal sacs.

Phil could also–using an also-specially-evolved sphinctor on the specially-evolved anal sacs–concentrate the noxious juices into a tobacco juice ptooey of a death shot, and he was accurate, too. Phil once bullseyed a roadie who wasn’t paying attention at a range of, say, 15 meters.

You going somewhere with this?

I have quite literally no idea what any of this is about.

Good that you shared it, then.

1 Comment

  1. bingosbrother

    May 2, 2014 at 9:29 am

    You are one weird dude.

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