P.S. I’ve always thought the same thing about some of the Biblical names…Like, who ever looked at a cute little baby in a crib and said, “Hmmm, let’s name him Nebuchadnezzar”?
Or Sennacharib, for that matter.
Dunno about Phil, but I can confirm at least one Bob. My dad’s name is Bob. I also had a boss named Bob, but he might have been lying. My ex’s first name is Robert, too, but he goes by his middle name, so he’s not a Bob.
Once upon a time I was on holidays, lying at the pool with a friend. Then two guys settled behind us. One of them brought one hell of gadgetry: Several books, a music player, a bag of snacks and even a cushion. Was he trying to survive for a week straight at the poolside? I don’t know. What I do know is that he sounded pretty much like a lady trapped in a male body.
And as the animator came to ask the guests whether they’d like to participate in the next game round the gadgetry guy said yes. So the animator asked for his name and the guy replied: “Well, my real name is *mumble-mumble* but please, call me Mike.”
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It’s nice to see someone still using the Oxford comma (in the 3rd panel), but it is supposed to be placed after “Mikes”, not after “bunch”.
Yeah. What the hell is that comma doing there? Let that serve as a lesson: never write strips when you’re sleepy.
Good catch. Will fix.
I’m not a Phil!
P.S. I’ve always thought the same thing about some of the Biblical names…Like, who ever looked at a cute little baby in a crib and said, “Hmmm, let’s name him Nebuchadnezzar”?
Or Sennacharib, for that matter.
Kings
I always suspected that Phils were really Bills.
I will now be on the lookout for random schools of Trevors.
Happy Halloween, Adam!
There is only one Phil and that is Phil Collins. He killed all the rest with his awesomeness.
“Bob” would be easier to spot in Loch Ness…
I tripped over “Matt” when I left my house
I’m still surprised you didn’t see me there. I totally startled you.
What do you call a man with no arms or legs lying in a ditch?
Anything you want. He’s not gonna come up to you. Rimshot.
My brother is a Phillip. That’s Phil with a lot of ‘lip’. I am a Robert. Never ‘bob’ my name.
Dunno about Phil, but I can confirm at least one Bob. My dad’s name is Bob. I also had a boss named Bob, but he might have been lying. My ex’s first name is Robert, too, but he goes by his middle name, so he’s not a Bob.
I used to think the same thing as what is stated in the second panel, except for me it was “Bill,” not “Phil.”
This is too incredibly perfect. At work, our newest team member is named Phil, and we have a Scott, a Jeff, a Trevor, and two Mikes.
Once upon a time I was on holidays, lying at the pool with a friend. Then two guys settled behind us. One of them brought one hell of gadgetry: Several books, a music player, a bag of snacks and even a cushion. Was he trying to survive for a week straight at the poolside? I don’t know. What I do know is that he sounded pretty much like a lady trapped in a male body.
And as the animator came to ask the guests whether they’d like to participate in the next game round the gadgetry guy said yes. So the animator asked for his name and the guy replied: “Well, my real name is *mumble-mumble* but please, call me Mike.”
So much for your fake Phil’s.
There must be people who are really named John Smith and Jane Doe, and nobody ever believes them.
Of COURSE nobody is BORN a Bob. The stages of Bob are as follows: Bobby -> Robby -> Rob -> Robert -> Bob
Same goes for Billy/Willy/Will/William/Bill.