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The Pants Game Does Dallas
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Many are called, but few are pants. Winning pants are, of course, unchanged.
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Mary Hopkin circa 1972...
Those were the pants, my friends
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day
Sing of the life we'd chose
We'd thought we'd never lose
Those were the pants
Oh yes those were the pants
To sum up: your father, whom you love, dies, you are his heir, you come back to find that hardly was the corpse cold before his younger brother popped onto his throne and into his pants, thereby offending both legal and natural practice. [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead]
Mrs Trellis: If the pants fit...? That's what I always say. Yours in haste
Heavy Breathing I find your lack of pants disturbing
He's back - and this time he's pantsy
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