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I'm not wearing any pants!
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Take a familiar (or at least famous) quote (e.g. "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." by Mark Twain). Then find a good stopping point (e.g. "Don't go around saying"). After this, add the phrase, "I'm not wearing any pants (e.g. ""Don't go around saying, "I'm not wearing any pants!").
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There was a young fellow from Hants.
nicely played above. *chuckling*
Richard is soon unhorsed on the field at the climax of the battle, and cries out, "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a pair of pants!"
To be or not to be, whether I am not wearing any pants.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
While I'm not wearing any pants?
Colour Sergeant Bourne! Take three sections and form a flying platoon! And for God's sake put on your pants!
You think you lost your love
Well I saw her in Northants
It's you she's thinking of
Not wearing any pants
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the street in a kilt I'll go
All the lassies say 'Hullo!'
'Donald where's your troo
haaaaaang on a minute.
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Eyes of newts and legs of ants
Macbeth's not wearing any pants

We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, even when we're not wearing any pants.
I have in my hand a pair of pants... (Striving for accuracy in the pursuit of the trivial I find from my meagre researches that Chamberlain's famous quote seemingly isn't in fact a quote. However as Humph used it on Clue I reckon it's ok...)
...and now class: to demonstrate Newton's Third Law, I am not wearing any pants.
I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "did he fire six shots or only five?" Now to tell you the truth I forgot myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and will blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Why ain't that cop wearing any pants?"

In Dixie Land where I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Sheesh! I ain't wearin' no pants.
Salt? Vinegar? Pants?
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
No pants!
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
And I'm not wearing any pants!
To be sung (with great heartiness) to the tune of Beethoven's Ode to Joy:

When I stride out on the highway
Much attention's paid to me,
Anything from sideways looks
To groans of female ecstasy.

Giggles, blushes, winks and nudges,
Many an admiring glance,
For I am a well-built bugger
And I don't wear any pants.
"Toto, I don't think we're wearing pants any more."
(Scarecrow):
I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the ants
And my groin I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had some pants
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