You’d be surprised what you can fit into the hip pockets of tight jeans without breaking their lines. I can get my phone and the controller to my dog’s training collar in mine, for example.
I used to be annoyed by this, but then realized we’ve come full circle.
Breaking into the presentation to advertise is how broadcast radio is/was done.
It’s traditional.
I used to teach my Broadcast History students about the bad old days, when advertisers used the gullibility of radio listeners an early-TV viewers to sell products (like having Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz sell cigarettes between scenes of I Love Lucy). I thought that was our past, without realizing it would also be our future.
Yeah, Cinnamon, there might be a few flaws in that plan you’re not considering, like the gerbil defensively regaining six-foot-something size while in there.
Man it’s naggin’, lots of naggin’ in defeat,
Yeah, you’re talking, but your talking off the beat.
It’s not a big deal at all.
You can be big and then too small.
But, man, man, deep down you knew someday you’d meet.
You’ve put our lives at test and the rest,
You’ve lived beyond right and wrong.
But, man, you’re in the pants too long.
You’re in this living hell for a spell,
Can’t we try to get along?
But, man, you’re in the pants too long.
You’re in the pants, you’re in the pocket,
You’re likely to lose.
So what good are pants, what good are pockets,
When your love must’ve forced you to choose?
You’ve made a bitter tease up and down your squeeze,
You’ve got to go where you belong.
‘Cause man, man, man,
You’re in the pants too long.
You know what I mean, man?
—from “Sam, You Made the Pants Too Long,” composer credits uncertain.
The music is a rearrangement of the song, “Lord, you made the night too long,” by Victor Young and Sam Lewis, but the parody version lyrics were by Milton Berle and Fred Whitehouse or by Joe E. Lewis, depending. I researched this song for a story I wrote.
Would you believe I heard it for the first time just a couple of weeks ago? Yeah, me and Sasquatch Jefferson were watching “The Lawrence Welk Show” and someone sung it…
…didn’t think Cinnamon could get much cuter,
but that hat knocks it out of the park!
Between the hat and the attitude, he makes me nostalgic for Southpark.
Cinnamon, you’re wearing a cap. That would be a perfectly reasonable hiding place and a wonderful visual pun.
An alliterative takeoff on a copyrighted character.
The Cat in the Cap Talks Back
there’s an obvious pun waiting to be made with this and I’m not figuring it out
Those look like pretty tight jeans to be pocket-hiding in…
You’d be surprised what you can fit into the hip pockets of tight jeans without breaking their lines. I can get my phone and the controller to my dog’s training collar in mine, for example.
I’ve a distinct feeling that that may be a factor for why Artie wants to stay put.
S’pose it depends on whether Artie’s in the front pocket or the back pocket.
Either way, I expect his level of comfort will decrease dramatically if Sergio sits down.
Maybe if the level of something else in Sergio’s pants increases…
Frankly, that’s irrelevant. I can’t even get my hand in my pocket when I’m sitting down, and my jeans aren’t even very tight.
I’ve gotta be careful with my jeans because when I’m not I’m totally enruptured.
Gollum: What has it gots in its pockets? Unfair! Must give 3 guesses…
Sergio: OK… (he’s never going to guess this one).
LOL! You win a Golden Sphinx!
At this point in the YouTube video, Sergio would spend the next 2 minutes telling us all about the particular VPN product sponsoring him today.
I used to be annoyed by this, but then realized we’ve come full circle.
Breaking into the presentation to advertise is how broadcast radio is/was done.
It’s traditional.
I used to teach my Broadcast History students about the bad old days, when advertisers used the gullibility of radio listeners an early-TV viewers to sell products (like having Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz sell cigarettes between scenes of I Love Lucy). I thought that was our past, without realizing it would also be our future.
Yeah, Cinnamon, there might be a few flaws in that plan you’re not considering, like the gerbil defensively regaining six-foot-something size while in there.
Also trying to talk intelligibly when you have your mouth full. Although that wouldn’t be much different from a lot of kids I’ve seen.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the library computer is so poorly locked that you can install a VPN server on it, but what good would that do?
I’m frankly surprised Sergio doesn’t pull a Linux stick from another pocket and just plug in the keyboard and monitor from the library computer.
Man it’s naggin’, lots of naggin’ in defeat,
Yeah, you’re talking, but your talking off the beat.
It’s not a big deal at all.
You can be big and then too small.
But, man, man, deep down you knew someday you’d meet.
You’ve put our lives at test and the rest,
You’ve lived beyond right and wrong.
But, man, you’re in the pants too long.
You’re in this living hell for a spell,
Can’t we try to get along?
But, man, you’re in the pants too long.
You’re in the pants, you’re in the pocket,
You’re likely to lose.
So what good are pants, what good are pockets,
When your love must’ve forced you to choose?
You’ve made a bitter tease up and down your squeeze,
You’ve got to go where you belong.
‘Cause man, man, man,
You’re in the pants too long.
You know what I mean, man?
—from “Sam, You Made the Pants Too Long,” composer credits uncertain.
The music is a rearrangement of the song, “Lord, you made the night too long,” by Victor Young and Sam Lewis, but the parody version lyrics were by Milton Berle and Fred Whitehouse or by Joe E. Lewis, depending. I researched this song for a story I wrote.
Would you believe I heard it for the first time just a couple of weeks ago? Yeah, me and Sasquatch Jefferson were watching “The Lawrence Welk Show” and someone sung it…