The Phil-A-Nista’s are dozing off after scarfing down  a bunch of soft pretzels with mustard and a case of Schmidts. I don’t know what was worse the stench of cooking scrapple or watching ROCKY movies all day but just as I was about to tell them to shoot me the BLUE and ORANGE phone rang and it was my man Tony Bernazard.
I don’t what Tony B said to them but the lead Phil-A-Nista I believe lost control of his bowels and his second in command pissed his pants and the rest of this rag tag bunch just laid down their arms and pleaded with me for forgiveness.
They have agreed to leave in the morning when the next Amtrak train leaves for DumpadelphiaÂ
So now I have them tied up and subject to this on a continuous loop
The site should be back to normal tomorrow thanks to my man Tony B Â and the Brenazard Liberation Army.
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