(00:21:29) iggdawg555: I’m not wearing pants
(00:21:38) danocronopolis: that’s a damned lie
(00:21:56) iggdawg555: there are lies, damned lies, and statistics. and there’s 90% chance that I’m not wearing pants.
(00:22:12) danocronopolis: lord, why couldn’t he have been the king of pants?
(00:22:37) iggdawg555: my pants and legs are a quantum pant-leg superposition. until you observe my pants, I’m not actually wearing them
(00:22:44) danocronopolis: pinegreex
(00:22:53) iggdawg555: indeed. point taken.
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For reference, I was wearing pants. It was a ruse.
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you know, i don’t appreciate your ruse.
I beg your pardon?
your ruse. your cunning attempt to trick me.
I hope it feels so good to be right. There’s nothing more exhilarating than pointing out the shortcomings of others, is there?
Well this is the last time I ever rent here…
Ah, fantastic!
My weird comment for the day.
“I’ll post a lot of stuff, but a pic of my ass crack isn’t one of them.”
Oooh, here’s some food for thought =^_~=
(00:22:37) iggdawg555: my pants and legs are a quantum pant-leg superposition. until you observe my pants, I’m not actually wearing them
Alright, so if this line of thinking is true, then in reality you WERE NOT WEARING PANTS. If this line of thinking were true, then it doesn’t matter whether or not you yourself know without a doubt that your pants are on, if HE doesn’t see it, they aren’t. Doesn’t make much sense, does it? 😉 😉 😉 😉
*brat mode!*
So put that in your pope and smike it 😉
(“put that in your pope and smike it” is an inside joke amongst my friends and I. One night, as I was feeling feisty, I meant to tell my friend, “so put that in your pipe and smoke it!” but somehow my letters got transposed and I ended up saying the above. It’s one of my favoritest phrases. Believe it or not, there are more. My friends call ’em Anne-urisms *snickers*)
-outro
Finally, I have found an ally in my eternal struggle against pants, ohh how I loathe them. Pants are for sissies who don’t appreciate the feeling of a fresh spring breeze blowing up your shorts. I also believe that there is a conspiracy between pants and belts that goes all they way to the top, via suspenders, evil things.
Well looking at the time stamps I can say at least you guys where not in the apartment this time :p
I am, in fact, wearing pants…or am I?