Spot The Difference

There are three—and only three—differences between these two images. Can you spot them all?

It’s like a flippy book!

This was taken on the day Phil met the cast of G.I. Joe. And a sad, lonely lady who may or may not have been a homeless drug addict. Still, fun!

This was taken on the day Phil met the cast of G.I. Joe. And a sad, lonely lady who may or may not have been a homeless drug addict. Still, fun!

He can tune a ukelele by ear. And serve ass-flavored shots down his back. And yet Hollywood comes out with crap like Precious. Makes no sense.

He can tune a ukelele by ear. And serve ass-flavored shots down his back. And yet Hollywood comes out with crap like Precious. Makes no sense.

“Hey, who wants Wendy’s?” “No way, dude, we’re going to Taco Bell.” “Does it have be an either/or?” “No. Not at all.” NB: Absence of Popeye’s and Mountain Dew suggests this image has been doctored.

“Hey, who wants Wendy’s?” “No way, dude, we’re going to Taco Bell.” “Does it have be an either/or?” “No. Not at all.” NB: Absence of Popeye’s and Mountain Dew suggests this image has been doctored.

Anna Benson’s Box

This is a photo of Phillip Crandall comfortably deep inside Anna Benson’s box. Anna Benson is the wife of former Mets pitcher Kris Benson and a former FHM cover star. Phillip Crandall is the husband-to-be of Christa Ryan and a former FHM staffer. Phillip, having had no historical connection to the Mets, wins by default. —Sam

Spot The Phil

Red noses? Check. Same, old green stinky-ass Puma zip-up jacket? Check. Love the guy.

Wannstedt: “Son, I don’t give a shit what you did.”

Phil, you’re wearing this to the wedding, right?

All you need to know: “Pour Some Sugar On Me.”

Brekke used beer. Phil got a free T-shirt. Lucky bastard. —Rebecca