Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Simply Amazing

I don’t understand what I’m looking at here. Walk me through your trousers, Bobby.

“They were sold to me as a set of drapes.”

They are flabbergasting.

“Comfortable as all get out.”

“Get out” is a good phrase to use. You should get out of those pants.

“They’re not so bad.”

Not if you made them yourself on a desert island.

“First you attack Snake Tee-Shirt. Then you attack Giant Curtain Pants–”

Don’t anthropomorphize the pants!

“–and you know, man: I gotta live with ’em. Stop riling up my clothes.”


“It’s all right.”

Cool. Hey, Phil.

“You see Weir’s pants?”

How could I miss them?

“I can hear you two.”

“I know.”

Yeah, we know.

Oh, God, you’re wearing your fanny pack, too.

“We’re through for the night.”



  1. If you wore those and stood just exactly perfectly, it would feel like you weren’t wearing any pants at all.

  2. I feel like he was drawn by a 6th grader who hasn’t figured out legs yet and was only really interested in the guitar and beard

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    February 10, 2017 at 7:35 pm

    you got the bubblin’ shits hot enough to scald a churn? those are the pants you need.

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