bobby howls phil

Here’s the thing: when Bobby wore this outfit, tens of thousands of people paid to be in the same room as him, cheered his every move, then offered themselves up afterwards so he might pick a fox for a romantic evening of mai-tais and titty-fucking. Bobby thought that shit worked because the universe was offering proof that, indeed: it did.

Phil just wore the jeans Jill picked up for him at Costco and whatever t-shirts people gave him for free.