I’m working on starting a stupid meme, derived partly from Harvey Birdman: Ending different thoughts with “…in my pants.”* A sort of combination of Bulwer-Lytton and adolescent humor, as in, “It was a dark and stormy night … in my pants.” The only real rule is that it’s got to be a recognizable literary reference.
I mentioned this at a gathering of nerdish and oddish types this weekend at a friend’s house. Several in my pantses went around** such as “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou? In my pants?”, “And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting … in my pants”, and so on. But it was the friend that came up with the best of the lot: I think, therefore I am … in my pants.
Somehow the GF managed to tolerate (actually enjoy) most of it. That was nice, and a bit surprising. But The Moment arrived when, as we were sitting down to throw down some Magic — she actually joined in, but that’s not it — and she needed a life counter.
She asked for a d20.
No, listen. She actually said, “I need a d20.”
Those of you who are male and know what a d20 is know what that moment meant. The rest of you — you’ll just never grasp it.
So my friend’s eyes bug out, he looks like he’s having a seizure, and I look over at him, nod and say, “…in my pants.”
* Derived from something set up at first by Black Vulcan, and a phrase that recurs in the series:
Harvey: Mr Vulcan, tell us about your superpower.
Black Vulcan: Pure electricity … in my pants.
Harvey: Tell us, what would life be like without your powers?
Black Vulcan: Well, you know when the power goes out in your house? It would be like that … but in your pants.
** In my pants.
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