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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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Pants? Where we're going, we don't need Pants!
Out, damned pants, out, I say!
...For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pants of despised love...
Lend all thine ear but few thy pants...costly thy pants as purse can buy...for the pants oft proclaim the man....those pants thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple to thy soul with hoops of steel..." that's enough Hamlet, ed.
More Hamlet: "There's a divinity that shapes our pants, rough-hew them how we may...Rosencranz and Guildernstern are pants....He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his pants again...O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my pants in twain....Lady, shall I lie in thy pants?..." Now, I think that really is enough Hamlet, ed.
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