tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post7382029858386029142..comments2023-10-31T15:28:50.173+00:00Comments on Princess of Procrastination: It's all pants, I say! PANTS!Amber T. Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01087021598115958337noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-85639205856510248962009-12-10T00:05:13.774+00:002009-12-10T00:05:13.774+00:00*dies laughing* Hahaha, what a great story! This i...*dies laughing* Hahaha, what a great story! This is why I LOVE the differences between American and Briish english. Another favorite is 'fanny'. *dues again*<br /><br />Tami - HA! Random outburts of pants are always funny. *smirks*Amber T. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01087021598115958337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-48332519029007190622009-12-08T16:18:10.422+00:002009-12-08T16:18:10.422+00:00This reminds me of a story... It was a few years b...This reminds me of a story... It was a few years back, a nice bright June in England. I had travelled to Surrey to visit the parents of my then girflriend. Somewhere during the flight over my suitcase had taken a separate trip to Ireland. This was no problem, the airline assured me matter of factly, and I would have my clothes within two days.<br /><br />It definitely was not a problem since I carry a knapsack just for this reason. Inside I have essential gear: (2)shirts, (2)socks, (2)undergarments, (some)books, (1)towel, (many)miscellaneous. I normally do not carry extra trousers as everyone knows you can get a good 3 days out of a pair of blue jeans without anyone noticing.<br /><br />The first two days of my trip, prior to my clothes arriving, were very eventful. I visited stonehenge, avesbury stone circle, her parents yacht club, and bodiam castle. Needles to say, my blue jeans were filthy and I was embarassed. Only it would get worse, the night of the 2nd was a proper sit-down dinner w/polite conversation.<br /><br />Unfortunately nobody had warned me about "pants" and, also unfortunately, I was attempting to speak perfectly proper in order to impress the parents who were not only Typically-British, but well-off too. Being the polite and proper person I am, my first order of business was to apologize for my disheveled apperance:<br /><br />"I truly hope my luggage arrives tomorrow, I wasn't carrying any spare pants in my backpack and I'm tired of wearing these soiled ones"<br /><br />This elicited (1) brief look of curiousity, (1) choked cough from girlfriend, and (many) fits of mirth. My brain being addled by the table wine missed the look and choke, and interpreted the mirth as indication of how charming I was.<br /><br />Fortunately my girlfriend kicked me in the shin and politely leaned over to tell me that pants were, indeed, underwear.<br /><br />Kevin: Charming & Sophisticated? /FailKevin Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06080522825979195022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-53881221536549536022009-12-07T20:44:03.968+00:002009-12-07T20:44:03.968+00:00UNDERPANTS!
Sorry... your post just reminded me o...UNDERPANTS!<br /><br />Sorry... your post just reminded me of my friend Eli who used to periodically yell that.Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-79824629731197346942009-12-07T20:17:08.894+00:002009-12-07T20:17:08.894+00:00Tami - you didn't KNOW that I was talkimg abou...Tami - you didn't KNOW that I was talkimg about men's underwear?? *faints*<br /><br />I want to be marked as girrafy. *pouts*<br /><br />MJ - *lights candle* I bet you just LOVE this time of year. [/sarcasm]Amber T. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01087021598115958337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-48720755270672641152009-12-06T20:12:12.641+00:002009-12-06T20:12:12.641+00:00I might (not) interest you to know that I have nev...I might (not) interest you to know that I have never once purchased a pair of pants in 23 years on the planet. I get them from relatives at Xmas.<br /><br />Pant season is looming for me. It's terrifying.M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522290935304299870.post-12178812743085881622009-12-06T00:01:50.364+00:002009-12-06T00:01:50.364+00:00*stands and claps*
I had NO IDEA that by pants yo...*stands and claps*<br /><br />I had NO IDEA that by pants you always referred to UNDERpants! I've been advocating THAT kind of pant-free for even longer than I've been advocating an elimination of PANTS! In fact one of my college dorm mates told me when she found me that I was the person who introduced her to the idea of going commando as long ago as 1984 (it's true).<br /><br />And I agree with your assessment of pants... Sam is definitely a boxer guy--once fully potty trained I bought some boxers and some... the longer y-fronty things--you didn't cover those--and he decided full on that boxers were his gig--I've always preferred them to everything but nothing myself...<br /><br />I don't think they even SELL what you call 'briefs' in the US. I only ever see y-fronts (tidy whiteys), the longer briefs (hubby's choice) and boxers.<br /><br />Your comment though of boxers as the 'easy way out' -BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! how fitting!<br /><br />I tried to mark you as giraffy, but then remembered where I was...Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.com