On the subject of trouser attraction.
In trying to answer a question posted by Xymyl in which he asked several questions about pants, both clean and dirty, I fell upon an even deeper subject, government controlled smart pants. I am sorry for avoiding your question Xymyl but I think this may help you anyway. I was researching material about pants and how to communicate to them, in hopes that through communication you and your pants might find some common ground, (look into the works of the late Mr. Anthony Lebaglia, AKA the Pants Whisperer, he has done some ground breaking stuff in the trouser relation field). During my research I came across a website, www. WEBSITE DELETED, DEPT. HOMELAND SECURITY. com. First I thought it was just another prank or consiracy site but soon I was to find out it was all too horribly real. The more I found out, the more I searched, the more of a threat I became, until, late last night, I was savagely attacked by my own pants. It was a brutal, nut smashing attack, it took me two shoe horns, a really sharp pair of scissors and a whole lotta grit and determination to get free but at last I did. When I regained my senses I examined the pants, they were dead by then but in this modern age of science, dead pants do tell tales. Under the microscope at the University of San DIego, I was amazed to discover several layers of flexible, microfiber, placed strategically in the crotch of my blue jeans. The fibers were laid out in a patern not unlike muscle tissue, so that was the plan, major clothing companies now had the ability to control us by force, via our own pants. I believe it was the Shao Lin monks, who first taught the world, control your adversaries craotch and you control him. So true is it not? This is why I believe there is such a stigma in our society about wearing chaps, no crotch equals no control. This is a deeper problem than I would have ever believed and the worst part is how the manufacturers of these wicked clothing actually wave it in our faces. Think about the names of some of the clothes, control top panties, wonder bra, performance fleece, parachute pants, straight cut jeans, the list could go on forever. One thing is for sure though, I am officially done buying any more clothes from Dr. Atomics anti-rebelion jean company. Sorry I couldn't get into your question more Xymyl but I hope this helps you a little.
4 comments:
This is the best thing you've written. Fucking Hilarious.
Good night, and be kind.
Thank you Joe. You did help me to appreciate the essence of my entire relationship with my pants. My pants are just using me! I just wanted to hang out with my pants. I wanted a real symbiotic relationship with my pants. Well, I’ve learned that both my clean pants and my dirty pants have been playing dirty pool. I sure am glad I have my Workman’s Utilikilt. Me and my hammer are going to smash us some pants. No more parasite pants for this hombre!
Joe... sorry, I know its lame to do such a thing, but somehow it struck me as funny to do a search and replace on the word "bombs" in the Oingo Boingo song "War Again". Don't tell me its 'tarded, I know 'tis 'tarded, but I'm doing it anyway....
Don't you know we got smart pants, it's a good thing that our pants are clever. Don't you know that the smart pants are so clever, they only kill bad people. Don't you know though our kids are dumb, we got smart pants, what a joyous thing. Here we go so let's drink a toast, to those clever pants, and the men who built them.
(Chorus) There they go now, there go all my friends There they go now, marching off to war again With their bright flags waving in the wind There they go now, marching off to war again Smiling proudly, with their heads in the clouds.
Don't you know this is better than any video friend. It's an action movie. Here we go watch the bad guys get their butts kicked. Really makes me feel good. Here we go watching CNN, the adrenaline rushes through my veins. Don't you know it's a feel good show, electronic bliss. It's a video, video...
(Chorus)
Aren't you glad we got smart pants, it's a damn good thing our pants are clever. It's a shame that our kids are dumb, but our pants are smart, what a lucky thing now. Don't you know it's a feel good show and it's suitable for the whole darn family. Come on out everybody shout, give a big salute to our ingenuity. Don't you know this is better than, any video friend, it's an action movie...
Here we go, watch the bad guys get their butts kicked, and it makes me feel good. Don't you know it's Nintendo, really gets the blood flowing thru my veins now. Don't you know it's a feel-good show, electronic bliss, it's a video, video...
Sorry Joe, I hate to monopolize the blog, but what are you doing for E.O.P. Day? As everyone knows this is the 74th anniversary of the beginning of the end of prohibition. I know that I'm not one to celebrate holidays, but this one is kind of important. I'm starting from cheaper drinks and going towards more expensive drinks I actually started with a Gin and tonic made from both Bombay Saphire and Tanqueray Ten, then moved on to Johnny Walker Green Label (on ice no less), then a couple ounces of MacAllen 12 year old, now I'm drinking a Lagavulin 16 year old, I may finish it all off with a Tallisker 18 or a 21 year old Balvenie.
I'm sorry that I didn't mention this in your holidays blog... I just didn't want you to think I was religious. Sorry for any obvious mistakes, I'm celebrating one of the most important days of the year. Try and keep up!
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