Is My Brain OK?
This morning I put on my pants and noticed that they seemed a bit shorter. The first thought to come into my head was, “You shrank my battle pants!”
For those of you who may not remember the excellent game: Battleship
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This morning I put on my pants and noticed that they seemed a bit shorter. The first thought to come into my head was, “You shrank my battle pants!”
For those of you who may not remember the excellent game: Battleship
Comments
That’s funny.
One time I accidently put on a pair of Lisa’s (my wife for those who don’t know) jeans. It was dark, I was tired, and they were in the wrong drawer. I was not thinking about battleships after that—just trying to remember the number to Jenni Craig.
Posted by: shawn | May 11, 2004 12:18 PM
Shrunken battle pants can be quite dangerous. The armor plating starts to poke into uncomfortable places and don’t even think about using any of your internal ballistic weapons unless your slacks are properly hemmed.
Posted by: Kerry | May 11, 2004 12:54 PM
No, it isn’t. But in a good way. That’s what makes you so darn lovable.
Posted by: mighty josh | May 11, 2004 01:47 PM
i do enjoy a good game of battle pants on a rainy day.
Posted by: fubbs | May 11, 2004 01:53 PM
I think that this only goes to show that you are thinking on a much higher level than most people.
Posted by: Micah Bauer | May 12, 2004 09:32 AM
It seems everyone has ignored the main points here:
Do you really have battle pants, did they really shrink, where were you planning on wearing battle pants, and what did you do to overcome this dangerous “shrunken battle pants” situation?
Posted by: john | May 12, 2004 04:27 PM
You should write a hit song out of this. Groovy synth beats, and some sort of a beatnik-muttering in the background. I heard Celine Dion writes most of her stuff this way (title song to Titanic).
Posted by: dave | May 14, 2004 08:08 AM