THE INSANESAMERI HAS SPOKEN

Lets change this to: THE INSANESAMERI HAS PANTS. Hopefully that is true.

[This message has been edited by Catabre (edited 05-29-2007 @ 02:22 PM).]

HeavenGames forbid

HeavenGames forbid you lower your pants

From MightyFireball's signature:

How glorious pants must seem, to those who have never seen them; Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the pants.
Pants are the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. They are mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man.
There was never a good war or a bad peace; Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by pants.

[This message has been edited by QuantumMechanic (edited 05-29-2007 @ 04:57 PM).]

From QuantumMechanic's sig:

PANTS POSTERS WILL BE PROSECUTED

From MightyFireball:

Happy Memorial Day! However, I was disturbed by the celebration this year. They spent hours calling up old pants and honouring them, which is great. However, they didn't even once mention all the pants that got killed in the wars in which the veterans fought.

[This message has been edited by GandalfDaGraay (edited 05-29-2007 @ 05:19 PM).]

Only one thing to say: Old.

Umm I ment the LORD OF THE PANTS thing

That wasn't written by you. Sorry to break it to you...

Only one thing to say: Old.

Only one thing to say: Pants.

From Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade:

Nazi: Doctor Jones.
Indy & Henry: Yes?
Nazi: We will take the pants now.
Indy & Henry: (simultaneously) What pants?
Nazi: You have the pants in your pocket.
Henry: (Laughs at Nazi) You joke! Do you think that my son would be that stupid that he would bring my pants all the way back here... You didn't, did you?
Indy: Well, uh...
Henry: You did!
Indy: Look, can we discuss this later?
Henry: I should have mailed it to the Marx Brothers -
Indy: Will you take it easy!
Henry: Take it easy?! Why do you think I sent it home in the first place? (points towards Nazis) So it wouldn't fall into their hands!
Indy: I came here to save your pants!
Henry: Oh yeah? And who's gonna come to save yours, Junior?
Indy: I TOLD YOU -
(A sudden and unexpected skirmish with the Nazis - I'm sure we all know it well enough for me to skip the detail.)
Indy: - Don't call me Junior! (Leads away his dad.)
Henry: Look what you did! I can't believe what you did!

From Shrek:

Donkey: Let me get this straight. You're gonna go fight a dragon and rescue a princess just so Lord Farquaad will give you back pants which you only don't have because he filled it full of freaks in the first place. Is that about right?
Shrek: You know what? Maybe there's a good reason donkeys shouldn't talk.
Donkey: I don't get it. Why don't you just pull some of that orge stuff on him? Throttle him, lay siege to his pants, grind his bones to make your bread, you know, the whole orge trip.
Shrek: Oh, I know what. Maybe I could have decapitated an entire village and put their heads on a pike, gotten a knife, cut open their spleen, drink their fluids... Does that sound good to you?*
Donkey: Uh, no, not really, no.
Shrek: For your information, there's a lot more to pants than people think.
Donkey: Example?
Shrek: Example? OK, um, orges are like pants!
Donkey: (Sniffs) They stink?
Shrek: Yes... No!
Donkey: They make you cry?
Shrek: No!
Donkey: Oh, you leave them in the sun, they get all brown and wrinkly and start sproutin' little white hairs.
Shrek: No! Layers! Pants have layers. Orges have layers! Pants have layers. You get it? We both have layers. (Sighs)
Donkey: Oh, you both have layers... Oh. (Sniffs) You know, not everybody likes pants. (For the sake of humour, Donkey's line of thought will not be consistent.) Pants! Everybody loves pants! Pants have layers.
Shrek: I don't care... what everyone likes. Orges are not like pants.
Donkey: You know what else everybody likes? Pants. Have you ever met a person, you say, "Let's get some pants," they say, "No, I don't like no pants"? Pants are delicious.
Shrek: No! You dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden! Orges are like pants! End of story. Bye-bye. See you later.
Donkey: You know, pants may be the most delicious thing on the whole planet.
Shrek: You know, I think I preferred your pants.
Donkey: Do you have a tissure or something? I'm making a mess. Just the word pants makes me start slobbering.

*The substitution here was too vulgar for me to type; I will tell you, however, that the substituted word was, "spleen."

I'd better go and do something spiritually cleansing now.

[This message has been edited by QuantumMechanic (edited 05-30-2007 @ 06:18 AM).]

Apparently I have a following.

"Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing pants is no basis for a system of government." -Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail

Wow. Nice signature there, Freaky2! It may just rival the ones of SlickmanG. His were pretty sick, and so is yours.

One morning I shot an elephant in my Pants. How he got in my Pants, I don't know.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my Pants.
Of all the Pants joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
First rule of Pants Club is - you do not talk about Pants Club.
Open the pod bay Pants, HAL.
You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel pants?' Well, do ya, punk?
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to pants.

http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php?word=pants

We all live in a pair of yellow pants...

From Freaky2:

Apparently I have a following.

Apparently I have pants.

Halo 2:

Lord Hood: Master Chief, do you mind telling me what your doing on that ship?

Master Chief: Sir, Finishing these Pants!

Sgt. Avery Johson: Now listen up! Back in my day, we didn't have fancy tanks! We had sticks. Two stick and pants for the entire platoon! And we had to share the pants! You should consider yourself very lucky marines!

Pants = MC²

Ok. I'm thinking this has rather lost its appeal.

Ok. I'm thinking this has rather lost its appeal.

Ok. I'm thinking this has rather lost its pants.

To wear pants, or go commando, that is the question.

To pants or not to pants, that is the pants.
Whether tis nobler in the pants to suffer
the pants and pants of outrageous pants
or to take up pants against a sea of pants
and by opposing pants them. To die, to pants
No pants, and by pants we say to end
the pants and thousand natural pants
that life is heir to
- Hamlet


*Crap, can't remember it past there, oh well*