That’s because, after everyone else on the planet perished, he’s the only catch.
Those dreamy eyes. That rat’s nest of a beard. Mmmmmmmmm.
No need for service. Phil will serve himself, thanks.
Snack cake fingers: the treat you never knew you wanted.
This stuff looks much better in a Tucson subdevelopment than it did at the Smithsonian.
Phil Miller telling it like it is. Er, was.
When there’s no running water, he’s the guy you want.