Dr Phil rubbed his oiled up bald spot in confusion. Who the heck could have sent him this note, and how are there two people named Phil? His whole life he had gone without meeting another man with a name as unique as his own. Poopiepie breaks the silence, "are you going to go?" Dr Phil nods. "I think I have to. This "Phil" guy has something to show me, and it sounds urgent." Dr Phil wipes his now greasy hand on the black dress, leaving an oil stain that he knows will never come out.
Later that evening, Phil is preparing for his meetup. He has had countless meet and greets before, but this one seemed different, it seemed special, like somehow it was written in his destiny. Of course the doctor was a little nervous, not necessarily of meeting the other Phil, but rather that the other Phil might reject him. As he curled his one, singular eyelash and attempted to shine his head, he received a text message on the phone he stole from his dear friend and famous youtuber, pewdiepie. It read. "Bring $35 tonight. See you soon, -Phil#2"
Shit, dr Phil thought to himself. I haven't gotten paid yet. Many people assume that dr Phil has an ample amount of money, which used to be true. Recently he had fallen into the rabbit hole of buying bath water from gamer girls on the internet under the user NOTdrphil. He put on his new stolen track shoes, that he had also stolen from pewdiepie, and ran down the stairs. "Felix, you're ugly, you're disgusting, I'm gonna kill you, give me 200 dollars." Felix gives dr Phil 200 dollars. Dr Phil didn't need 200 dollars. He needed 35 but he was gonna pocket the rest and buy scratch offs and subscribe to sans undertale onlyfans. And with that, he set out on his way to meet Phil^2.
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The Power of Flex Seal
Ficción históricaAfter Dr Phil gets cheated on, he receives a mysterious letter in the mail. Could this be the start of a new romance? Or has Dr Phil built his walls up so high that not even Phil Swift can knock them down?
