The Fantastic Whore

Okay, so my brother Phil (bottom left of in the blue dressed up as a pimp becasue hey it was a Friday night) had jaw surgery a few weeks ago and he currently has his jaw wired shut. Needless to say, it is difficult to hear him when he speaks. He is unable to articulate sound with his lips or any kind of facial expression. So any sound that needs articulation like say a "P" sound, so when he says on the phone "hi this is phil" it sounds like "hi this is ill." "B" sounds and "F" sounds also need articulation with the mouth. So when Phil brings home the new RollingStone with Jessica Alba on the cover I thinking why is she on the cover of every magazine this month does she have a movie coming out or something and Phil says "yes the Fantastic Four." And seeing the scantily clad miss Alba on the cover and hearing my brother speak I think "some finally stopped trying to put plot lines into a summer blockbusters and finally made a movie for general audiences called the Fantastic Whore." I was excited to see that there was an interview with Norman Mailer in the magazine, plus the usual fun sound bites about new band that are always in RollingStone. Phil went on to tell me that it was, in fact, the Fantastic Whore that had convinced him to buy the magazine, that it was not Norman Mailer. And this is what I like about my dear brother, PG (parental guidance sugested aka Phil George) that is not to proud to admitt that it was the he has been effectively advertised to, that is just who PG is, an Everyman. And thus another killer phrase was added to the George vocabulary for summer '05 (aka the summer of Myoplex, Ensure and Weight Gainer 1850) "The Fantastic Whore" and "Whore Shorts (board shorts)" accompany "And speaking of cookies..." and "I gotta go ice my balls..." We Georges really know how to turn a phrase. { Phil is on his way to recovery now that he can pound the protien shakes and be back in on the witty reparte, no more worries for my boy}