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(Deadline)   Fans of MTV's canceled "I Just Want My Pants Back" are leaving pants outside of Viacom's office in protest. Clearly, they're a bunch of slackers   (deadline.com) divider line 16
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2012-06-11 09:48:56 AM  
I liked that show. Perhaps it will be picked up by another production company.
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2012-06-11 10:11:46 AM  
"Your article with be displayed in 14 seconds"

Yeah, how about no
 
2012-06-11 10:40:44 AM  
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2012-06-11 11:11:49 AM  
I'm curious - is having no soul a requirement for working at Viacom, or do they somehow surgically remove it once you're on the payroll?
 
2012-06-11 11:31:03 AM  
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Shape up man, you're a slacker. Do you want to be a slacker for the rest of your life?
 
2012-06-11 11:38:48 AM  
These protestors have such a khaki attitude!
 
2012-06-11 11:44:57 AM  
I've never heard of this show, and I'm getting too old for MTV, but here's a CSB:
So Christmas in the late 1990's my girlfriend (now ex) bought me various clothing, including a pair of pants that I hadn't tried on. The next week I had to go back to college for sports practices, and I brought the pants. When I eventually tried them on, they were too small - short and snug.
It was basically only athletes and a few others up at the college for the next couple of weeks, so of course I had a party in my on-campus apartment for anyone who wanted to go. At about 3 in the morning, a female friend and her friends show up, and there's still 10 others hanging around dreading practice with a hangover in 4 hours.
This female friend is very very drunk and in the process of passing out on my couch when she spills a beer on herself. I offer her a t-shirt and my pants - which were very small on me but big on her - I gave her a belt too, because that's the kind of guy I am. So eventually there may be 4 or 5 people left at my place and she passes out on my couch. We're talking and look over at her and we notice her underbackside growing a wet spot.
With as much tact as any drunken 22 year old at 4AM, I jumped up, pointed and shouted, "She pissed my pants!"
Everything cleared up, and she left before I woke up the next morning.
My girlfriend asked about the pants and I couldn't tell her I gave them to a girl (who was only a friend but this isn't a discussion on how women between 13 and 25 are all legally insane) and she asked about them enough that I had run out of excuses - so I had to go to the friend's dorm room and ask her for my pants back. As she handed them to me, there was very awkward eye contact.
I showed later the pants to my girlfriend, showed her how they don't fit, and that was that. I tossed them the next day.
Anyways, I got my pants back.
 
2012-06-11 12:06:46 PM  

Nana's Vibrator: I've never heard of this show, and I'm getting too old for MTV, but here's a CSB:
So Christmas in the late 1990's my girlfriend (now ex) bought me various clothing, including a pair of pants that I hadn't tried on. The next week I had to go back to college for sports practices, and I brought the pants. When I eventually tried them on, they were too small - short and snug.
It was basically only athletes and a few others up at the college for the next couple of weeks, so of course I had a party in my on-campus apartment for anyone who wanted to go. At about 3 in the morning, a female friend and her friends show up, and there's still 10 others hanging around dreading practice with a hangover in 4 hours.
This female friend is very very drunk and in the process of passing out on my couch when she spills a beer on herself. I offer her a t-shirt and my pants - which were very small on me but big on her - I gave her a belt too, because that's the kind of guy I am. So eventually there may be 4 or 5 people left at my place and she passes out on my couch. We're talking and look over at her and we notice her underbackside growing a wet spot.
With as much tact as any drunken 22 year old at 4AM, I jumped up, pointed and shouted, "She pissed my pants!"
Everything cleared up, and she left before I woke up the next morning.
My girlfriend asked about the pants and I couldn't tell her I gave them to a girl (who was only a friend but this isn't a discussion on how women between 13 and 25 are all legally insane) and she asked about them enough that I had run out of excuses - so I had to go to the friend's dorm room and ask her for my pants back. As she handed them to me, there was very awkward eye contact.
I showed later the pants to my girlfriend, showed her how they don't fit, and that was that. I tossed them the next day.
Anyways, I got my pants back.


You can't tell that one anymore! That's a Peterman!
 
2012-06-11 01:26:01 PM  
How about we start a show called "I Just Want My Nude Photos of Me as an 18-year-old Woman Back" and then cancel it?
 
2012-06-11 01:27:04 PM  
I can't believe the protesters actually got those off of their heads.
 
2012-06-11 02:10:47 PM  
I just want my pants to fit, thank you very much.
 
2012-06-11 02:18:03 PM  

MagSeven: Nana's Vibrator: I've never heard of this show, and I'm getting too old for MTV, but here's a CSB:
So Christmas in the late 1990's my girlfriend (now ex) bought me various clothing, including a pair of pants that I hadn't tried on. The next week I had to go back to college for sports practices, and I brought the pants. When I eventually tried them on, they were too small - short and snug.
It was basically only athletes and a few others up at the college for the next couple of weeks, so of course I had a party in my on-campus apartment for anyone who wanted to go. At about 3 in the morning, a female friend and her friends show up, and there's still 10 others hanging around dreading practice with a hangover in 4 hours.
This female friend is very very drunk and in the process of passing out on my couch when she spills a beer on herself. I offer her a t-shirt and my pants - which were very small on me but big on her - I gave her a belt too, because that's the kind of guy I am. So eventually there may be 4 or 5 people left at my place and she passes out on my couch. We're talking and look over at her and we notice her underbackside growing a wet spot.
With as much tact as any drunken 22 year old at 4AM, I jumped up, pointed and shouted, "She pissed my pants!"
Everything cleared up, and she left before I woke up the next morning.
My girlfriend asked about the pants and I couldn't tell her I gave them to a girl (who was only a friend but this isn't a discussion on how women between 13 and 25 are all legally insane) and she asked about them enough that I had run out of excuses - so I had to go to the friend's dorm room and ask her for my pants back. As she handed them to me, there was very awkward eye contact.
I showed later the pants to my girlfriend, showed her how they don't fit, and that was that. I tossed them the next day.
Anyways, I got my pants back.

You can't tell that one anymore! That's a Peterman!


What's a Peterman?
I pride myself in knowing very unimportant things and ignoring the oncoming train, but I have no idea what a "Peterman" is. Is it a reference to J Peterman / John O'Hurley's Seinfeld character? Because I'd be disappointed in myself if it is and I don't know about it. I'm not the greatest Seinfeld fan but I think I should know this. (sobbing from embarrassment)
 
2012-06-11 04:14:18 PM  

Nana's Vibrator: MagSeven: Nana's Vibrator: I've never heard of this show, and I'm getting too old for MTV, but here's a CSB:
So Christmas in the late 1990's my girlfriend (now ex) bought me various clothing, including a pair of pants that I hadn't tried on. The next week I had to go back to college for sports practices, and I brought the pants. When I eventually tried them on, they were too small - short and snug.
It was basically only athletes and a few others up at the college for the next couple of weeks, so of course I had a party in my on-campus apartment for anyone who wanted to go. At about 3 in the morning, a female friend and her friends show up, and there's still 10 others hanging around dreading practice with a hangover in 4 hours.
This female friend is very very drunk and in the process of passing out on my couch when she spills a beer on herself. I offer her a t-shirt and my pants - which were very small on me but big on her - I gave her a belt too, because that's the kind of guy I am. So eventually there may be 4 or 5 people left at my place and she passes out on my couch. We're talking and look over at her and we notice her underbackside growing a wet spot.
With as much tact as any drunken 22 year old at 4AM, I jumped up, pointed and shouted, "She pissed my pants!"
Everything cleared up, and she left before I woke up the next morning.
My girlfriend asked about the pants and I couldn't tell her I gave them to a girl (who was only a friend but this isn't a discussion on how women between 13 and 25 are all legally insane) and she asked about them enough that I had run out of excuses - so I had to go to the friend's dorm room and ask her for my pants back. As she handed them to me, there was very awkward eye contact.
I showed later the pants to my girlfriend, showed her how they don't fit, and that was that. I tossed them the next day.
Anyways, I got my pants back.

You can't tell that one anymore! That's a Peterman!

What's a Peterman?
I pride myself in knowing very uni ...


the episode where Kramer sells his stories to Peterman, not realizing it means that he can't tell them himself any more.
 
2012-06-11 04:58:23 PM  

nburghmatt: the episode where Kramer sells his stories to Peterman, not realizing it means that he can't tell them himself any more.


I thank you, kind sir.
Assuming I will never meet any of you inside or out of the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I feel comfortable knowing that both MagSeven and I can both use this story.
It's now fair game for everyone, really. I typically only use it in person when talking about the glory days with the other people who were there. Fark is different.
 
2012-06-11 08:47:22 PM  

Nana's Vibrator: nburghmatt: the episode where Kramer sells his stories to Peterman, not realizing it means that he can't tell them himself any more.

I thank you, kind sir.
Assuming I will never meet any of you inside or out of the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I feel comfortable knowing that both MagSeven and I can both use this story.
It's now fair game for everyone, really. I typically only use it in person when talking about the glory days with the other people who were there. Fark is different.


Yeah. As nburghmatt said, there was an episode where Peterman was looking to pad his biography so he buys life stories from Kramer. One of those stories was an ironic one where Kramer ruins the very pants he was returning. When he starts to tell the story at a party (it's one of his friend's favorites), Elaine yanks him aside and says "You can't tell that story! That's a Peterman! You never ruined those pants! He did!", then Kramer realizes his mistake.
 
2012-06-14 03:11:40 AM  
How was he going to return the pants if he was wearing them?
 
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