Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 08, 2009

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Very true. They don’t even know what pants are…

No one can even see if you’re wearing pants, if you want to know the truth….

Heck, I don’t even have to be in space to not worry if I am wearing pants. Pants are so overrated.

Yes, cleokaya we gathered that much from Non Sequitir the other day :p

Hey cleo, not only are you world famous, now you’re universal too!

Is that Brewster standing there?

The last time I was in space, my pants just drifted away from me in the low gravity. As the space station passed over Russia I flashed the Kremlin in very slow motion. It was about to become an international incident when my orbiting undies knocked out a key Star Wars weapon system and brought Medvedev and Obama back to the negotiating table. I think you might have seen recent news about the proposed Start 2 Treaty, which essentially stipulates that all astro-cosmo-nauts should keep their daks on in zero-G in return for a reduction in nukular weapon stockpiles. Personally I’m chuffed my aerospatial gruts have brought peace to the world … not to mention the odd sensation of freeballing to the Blue Danube Waltz. As always I remain, your subservient pantsbot …

about that last comment,

uhhhhh, huh?

anyway, we , once again , are escorted into the dark recesses of Teresa Dowlatshahi’s strange little mind… always an interesting journey!

Plight—I think you should keep your pants on and run, not walk to the nearest mental hospital! :) :) Take water..

For some reason I flashed on the scene near the end of the original “Alien”, where Sigourney Weaver is changing into a space suit, wearing only skimpy undies….(sigh)….

Maxine - go easy on Plight - he hasn’t been the same since that alien abduction incident - besides, if he arrives at the hospital without his pants, it will make the diagnosis much easier….

But they do care if you have a he-man voice! Imagine, “Houston, we have a problem…” in falsetto.

He-man voice? You’ve been reading Teresa’s blog, Otto!

@ Doc- In space, you pee in your face1 No gravity.

cleo Get the bleeep back to earth you ding-a-ling. (Meant in the kindest way possible, of course!)

And if they do care, no one can hear them scream.