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Day 25 of the March May Challenge asks me to describe my location for you. Well, that's boring. I'm sitting at my computer, typing a blog post. I suppose I could go into great detail about my surroundings. But really. I'm tired.
I could take the assignment up to a higher plane and describe my mental location, but that's way too introspective for my mood today. And besides, don't I do that almost every day on this blog? That gets old!
So what other kinds of locations are there to tell you about?
Go, go, Creative Juices.
....
It didn't work.
So...uh, how about I tell you something else. Like...
Now, see? I had so many posts written in my head a few weeks ago, and they were all amusing. Speaking of amusing, I got bored on my way home from dropping the girls off at school this morning, and I started scanning through the radio stations. I landed on one where a whiney sounding guy was singing about how sad he was that "you" were gone. He said, "Every time I think of you, it feels like this," and he proceeded to howl mournfully into the microphone. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh."
I couldn't help it. I laughed so hard I couldn't see through the slits my eyelids had created. The song sounded like something Liberty and Mercy would make up if they were into the dating scene. (Which will be never.) Thankfully, for my driving skills we were close to the end of the song, but the next song that came on caused me to cry with laughter.
I'm Sexy And I Know It
Seriously, you guys! Who wrote this song? A thirteen-year-old? I've heard parts of the song before while I've been out shopping or as a montage in a cheesy movie, but I've never heard the entire thing start to finish. Here are just some of the amazing lyrics.
I'm sexy and I know it.
(I work out.)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, Yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
When I go out with no shoes and no shirt, I still get service.
I'm sexy, and I know it.
(I work out.)
Oh my goodness! I had tears dripping down my cheeks! Forget about who wrote the song. I want to know what major recording studio decided it was good enough to be made into a real song and then broadcast to people who might accidentally hear it on the radio?
Has anyone ever paid cash to own that song?
Um, never mind. Strike that last question, because I know people who have paid cash to own The Pants Song by Five Iron Frenzy. See lyrics below.
Aieee....I love my pantalones.
They fit me oh so tight.
They make me smile with delight.
Do you.....?
(Track 10 - Easy Listening style)
I'll never forget when I saw you standin' there wearin' pants.
You were all alone, and I thought to myself "Man I wish I had those pants!"
But the problem was
Those wearn't my pants.
I dunno whose pants they are
But I want 'em.
I only know that I want 'em.
So why don't you come over here
And rock baby.
Oh hold on to me tight, and keep wearin' them pants.
Cause I love you....
(Track 11 - Country/Western style)
These are not my pants.
I don't know whose they are.
They smell a lot like Bobby's
Cause he likes to fart.
These are not my pants.
How did they get here?
And I'm fillin up with fear
Cause these are not my pants.
Thank you, I'll be at the grand ol' opry tonite.
(Track 12 - Rock style)
WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
These are not my pants!
Whose pants are these anyways?
These are not my pants!
Whose pants are these anyways?
Are these Bobby's, or Timmy's, or Billy's pants?
No, NOOOO!!!!!
These are not my pants!
WOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!
BBBLLLLAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
GAAAAHHHHH!!!
Are you listening to what I say?
(Track 13 - Sorta Rap style)
Pants.
Don't a look at my pants.
Now I got my pants on.
An' I'm chillin, but they aren't my pants,
These are not my pants.
That's what I gotta say.
I ain't wearin' no pants.
I got Billy, Bobby, Jerry, Filly, Illy, Ooh, Chilly, mmmm pantsooh....little bit o' oooohhh
Hhmmmm ah my pants.
Whose pants are these? They're not my pants. They're not your pants.
They're not Billy's pants, or Bobby's, or Timmy's. What's goin on? Whose pants? Ohhmmm (door)
That's what I'm tryin' to say, but yo don't step this way cause I got my pants on yeah.
(Track 14 - Inspirational Interlude style)
C'mon people now
This is the time to unite
A little revolution of the pants.
Right now is the time.
Now who hold the pants,
And whose are these pants?
Will we ever found the home for the pants?
C'mon now....unite a little revolution of the pants.
Yes...right now.
(Track 15 - Bert & Ernie style)
These are not my pants.
These are not my pants.
These are not my pants.
Bobby....BOBBY! Bobby's pants!
Woohoohoo!
These are not my....PANTS!
(Track 16 - Censored Rap style)
---Check one check ----
Uh, Yo! Bobby and Billy, You out ---- what's up?----
Yo me and Bobby we was walkin' down the----
And yo we didn't have nothin' to ----
But we had our pants on
But yo these ain't my pants
Uh, I get 'em off now-----
Um, tight, oh they so tight-----
------Ouch, ooie, ooie eee -----
Um, Billy, Timmy, ah, hello there.
Yeah....cause we in the street ----
Uh Talkin' bout the Bobbys and the Billys out there
And they tight pants on
Ya to loosen ------ loosen 'em up----- Know what I'm sayin'?
Wassup?
-----HUUUU HUUUUU ------WASSUUUU ------
Hey wassuuuu this is Bobby and Billy
-----uuuuuuuuuuu ------- --- --- --- --- wassuuuuu!!!
(too high-pitched to understand)
But maybe all those lyrics were too much for you? Here is a seven minute YouTube video of The Pants Song. (Warning: you might hate me after this, but it is appropriate for children of all ages.)
(It was probably written by children of all ages.)
It all makes sense now.
And maybe, just maybe, this post WAS all about my mental location these days.
Hmm. Deep...
I could take the assignment up to a higher plane and describe my mental location, but that's way too introspective for my mood today. And besides, don't I do that almost every day on this blog? That gets old!
So what other kinds of locations are there to tell you about?
Go, go, Creative Juices.
....
It didn't work.
So...uh, how about I tell you something else. Like...
Now, see? I had so many posts written in my head a few weeks ago, and they were all amusing. Speaking of amusing, I got bored on my way home from dropping the girls off at school this morning, and I started scanning through the radio stations. I landed on one where a whiney sounding guy was singing about how sad he was that "you" were gone. He said, "Every time I think of you, it feels like this," and he proceeded to howl mournfully into the microphone. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh."
I couldn't help it. I laughed so hard I couldn't see through the slits my eyelids had created. The song sounded like something Liberty and Mercy would make up if they were into the dating scene. (Which will be never.) Thankfully, for my driving skills we were close to the end of the song, but the next song that came on caused me to cry with laughter.
I'm Sexy And I Know It
Seriously, you guys! Who wrote this song? A thirteen-year-old? I've heard parts of the song before while I've been out shopping or as a montage in a cheesy movie, but I've never heard the entire thing start to finish. Here are just some of the amazing lyrics.
I'm sexy and I know it.
(I work out.)
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, Yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
When I go out with no shoes and no shirt, I still get service.
I'm sexy, and I know it.
(I work out.)
Oh my goodness! I had tears dripping down my cheeks! Forget about who wrote the song. I want to know what major recording studio decided it was good enough to be made into a real song and then broadcast to people who might accidentally hear it on the radio?
Has anyone ever paid cash to own that song?
Um, never mind. Strike that last question, because I know people who have paid cash to own The Pants Song by Five Iron Frenzy. See lyrics below.
Aieee....I love my pantalones.
They fit me oh so tight.
They make me smile with delight.
Do you.....?
(Track 10 - Easy Listening style)
I'll never forget when I saw you standin' there wearin' pants.
You were all alone, and I thought to myself "Man I wish I had those pants!"
But the problem was
Those wearn't my pants.
I dunno whose pants they are
But I want 'em.
I only know that I want 'em.
So why don't you come over here
And rock baby.
Oh hold on to me tight, and keep wearin' them pants.
Cause I love you....
(Track 11 - Country/Western style)
These are not my pants.
I don't know whose they are.
They smell a lot like Bobby's
Cause he likes to fart.
These are not my pants.
How did they get here?
And I'm fillin up with fear
Cause these are not my pants.
Thank you, I'll be at the grand ol' opry tonite.
(Track 12 - Rock style)
WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
These are not my pants!
Whose pants are these anyways?
These are not my pants!
Whose pants are these anyways?
Are these Bobby's, or Timmy's, or Billy's pants?
No, NOOOO!!!!!
These are not my pants!
WOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!
BBBLLLLAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
GAAAAHHHHH!!!
Are you listening to what I say?
(Track 13 - Sorta Rap style)
Pants.
Don't a look at my pants.
Now I got my pants on.
An' I'm chillin, but they aren't my pants,
These are not my pants.
That's what I gotta say.
I ain't wearin' no pants.
I got Billy, Bobby, Jerry, Filly, Illy, Ooh, Chilly, mmmm pantsooh....little bit o' oooohhh
Hhmmmm ah my pants.
Whose pants are these? They're not my pants. They're not your pants.
They're not Billy's pants, or Bobby's, or Timmy's. What's goin on? Whose pants? Ohhmmm (door)
That's what I'm tryin' to say, but yo don't step this way cause I got my pants on yeah.
(Track 14 - Inspirational Interlude style)
C'mon people now
This is the time to unite
A little revolution of the pants.
Right now is the time.
Now who hold the pants,
And whose are these pants?
Will we ever found the home for the pants?
C'mon now....unite a little revolution of the pants.
Yes...right now.
(Track 15 - Bert & Ernie style)
These are not my pants.
These are not my pants.
These are not my pants.
Bobby....BOBBY! Bobby's pants!
Woohoohoo!
These are not my....PANTS!
(Track 16 - Censored Rap style)
---Check one check ----
Uh, Yo! Bobby and Billy, You out ---- what's up?----
Yo me and Bobby we was walkin' down the----
And yo we didn't have nothin' to ----
But we had our pants on
But yo these ain't my pants
Uh, I get 'em off now-----
Um, tight, oh they so tight-----
------Ouch, ooie, ooie eee -----
Um, Billy, Timmy, ah, hello there.
Yeah....cause we in the street ----
Uh Talkin' bout the Bobbys and the Billys out there
And they tight pants on
Ya to loosen ------ loosen 'em up----- Know what I'm sayin'?
Wassup?
-----HUUUU HUUUUU ------WASSUUUU ------
Hey wassuuuu this is Bobby and Billy
-----uuuuuuuuuuu ------- --- --- --- --- wassuuuuu!!!
(too high-pitched to understand)
But maybe all those lyrics were too much for you? Here is a seven minute YouTube video of The Pants Song. (Warning: you might hate me after this, but it is appropriate for children of all ages.)
(It was probably written by children of all ages.)
See? Now do you see why I'm Sexy And I Know It was able to become a song that actually played on the radio?
It all makes sense now.
And maybe, just maybe, this post WAS all about my mental location these days.
Hmm. Deep...
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