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Rush Pants
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 1:08 pm
by Slaine mac Roth
I don't know how this will work out.
Rush Pants is a variation of a game played on the Lord of the Rings Fanatics Plaza Forum. Basically, in that game, you take a quote from Tolkien and substitute pants at some point. In Rush Pants, you use Rush lyrics. (Bear in mind that the British may find it funnier - to us, pants are underwear not trousers)
'And the meek shall inherit the pants'
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 2:17 pm
by funky cm
He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the pants
Under the Sahara
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 2:50 pm
by Slaine mac Roth
Nice one.
'Blood stained velvet, dirty pants.'
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 2:57 pm
by PV
The flame at the heart of a pawn broker's pants
Is a cold fire.
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 5:49 pm
by Kares4Rush
Follow men's eyes
As they look to the pants
The shifting shafts of shining
Weave the fabric of their dreams...
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 6:24 pm
by Walkinghairball
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets High on you
And the pants he invades
He gets by on you
Posted: Fri May 14, 2004 8:57 pm
by Medinaquirin
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the pants
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:26 am
by Walkinghairball
100 100 1 pair of pants.
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:28 am
by *Lifesonite
We are the pants, in the closet, by Syrinx
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:37 am
by funky cm
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his pants
And covers up his eyes
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:38 am
by *Lifesonite
For my father and my brother it's too late, but I must help my pants stand up straight.
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:47 am
by Walkinghairball
LMFAO!!
These all freaking ROCK!!
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:50 am
by funky cm
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our pants.
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:51 am
by Slaine mac Roth
Suddenly, you were gone
From all the pants you left your mark upon
Posted: Sat May 15, 2004 3:54 am
by *Lifesonite
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act,
With insufficient tact,
One must put on pants
To keep oneself intact.
All the world's indeed a stage,
And we are merely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded pants.