phil only says that because I work parttime in an ice-cream parlor near uncle phil's neighborhood. One time (just the once, I swear!) phil came in, I bit out the bottom of his cone, then put in his double scoop butterscotch and haggis flavored combo, wrapped the bottom in napkins, and give it back to him. He walked around already with people thinking he'd been having sex with a goat and just hadn't cleaned up. I think he was sort of mad about it for a while. Sorry, man.
...edited for wonderwench beating me to the punch...
Wonderwench was the one who told him he had a problem...neither one will fess up how she found it was ice-cream...
(note: after the earlier problems, I'm not even touching that "speaking in
tounges and
snake-handling business...)