Category: Phil Pheed

“What? No videocast, just radio? I don’t like schedule changes. They depress me”

….I’m supposed to take a couple of weeks off early summer…I know I’m going to Toronto in late June to visit long, lost family…on a whim I decided to take the other week now…but I may be be back tomorrow night!          *asterisk

…you haven’t got a clue. That’s what happened to you when you first heard the Phil Hendrie Show. Now, you’re a fan… almost.. The joumey of discovery is not complete until you purchase a Backstage Pass….the only radio subscription worth every penny….Get one or admit you still haven’t got a clue...

Whether you’re right or whether your wrong
Whether you find a place in this world or never belong
You’ll never be me, you’ll never be me,
I got the dibs. Try an alternate plan….
Why don’t you live. Not merely survive…
I’m in the lights, you’re on live wires, you’re gonna fry…
You’ll never be me, you’ll never be me,
the checks that I see means it’s not pretend….
That far away cry.. That world of regret..
You keep it alive with your fan boy posts
Why not settle down or maybe a pet
Why not try Truth or Dare, I hear it’s the most!
I’ll go it alone.. That’ would feel right.
I don’t need you and your friends and another amateur night…
You’ll never be me, you’ll never be me …
Don’t make me beg, you’ll just lay an egg…
You’ll never be meeeeeeee!

Charlie LeFountain and his fat kid, Margaret Grey on “the dirty old bag” that gave her money to Harold Camping and Ted Bell and David G. Hall ganging up on Phil..

I must sleep. I won’t keep breaking the lube out while listening to Phil. My grandmother’s running her yap. “How are you ever going to pay us back for that web business nonsense when all you’re doing is oiling it and choking it and then posting on Hendrie’s site?”