Thursday, April 1, 2010

In the Pants

It's kind of a funny word if you say it enough times. "Pants" "PAnts" "paNTS". Go ahead. I'll wait.

For the most part I hate pants. Especially when those pretentious people add "in the pants" after everything (although if you try it, I am sorry to say that it's a pretty fun game). Admittedly, pajama pants are always lovely, and there are a few notable exceptions, but as a whole I am rather racist against the majority of pantsdom. They constrict my legs and are just plain less pretty than skirts and dresses. I am all for feminism and grrrl power and whatnot, but pants always expect special treatment, you know? They're all "Oh, I have two leg holes and a side pocket, look at me, I'm Mr. Fancypants!". If they could talk I am almost positive that is what they would say.

See, pants feel entitled. They think they're better than me. THAT IS WHAT THEY THINK.

I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS. THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. SEE ME? I'M OUTRAGED. OK, SO YOU CAN'T SEE ME THROUGH THE MONITOR. BUT BELIEVE ME, I AM OUTRAGED. I WOULD POST A PICTURE OF THE OUTRAGE IF NOT FOR THE FEAR OF BEING MURDERED IN MY SLEEP BY AN INTERNET STALKER (no offense to all the non-murdering internet stalkers. Far be it for me to fan the flames of stereotyping). THE WHOLE COUNTRY OF STEFMANISTAN IS UP IN ARMS.

Funny story... I won an Amish Village in a game of UNO and decreed it to be named Stefmanistan. Also, there is now Casual Friday there.

I hold you as my witness, Percentage-of-Internet-That-Won't-Murder-Me. I hereby WAGE A WAR ON PANTS. THE PANTS OF THE WORLD ARE GOING DOWN. DOWN TO THE GROUND.

You knew that video was coming.

Not just ANY pants can be fancy pants. Oh no no no no no. You've got to earn that, darn it.

Par exemple.

Speaking of fancy pants, try out one of my favorite flash games. It is so addicting. I apologize in advance for subjecting you to its awesomeness.


I think that that's all I have to say about my deep hatred of pants. That I hate. So very much. With the white hot fiery passionate intensity of a thousand suns.

Pure low rising evil.

Toodles from Stefmanistan! Wish you were here! All of the internet. Yes. I'll get a very big party bus.

Or a party carriage! Aww. Look how happy the Stefmanistonians are. They work hard and they play hard.

~Steffi~

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