If someone's lying, are their pants really on fire
I do things like hem a pair of pants, I do my own tailoring but I wouldn't attempt a jacket.
I'd need a good reason to drop my pants
Sex stops when you pull up your pants, Love never lets you go.
And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love
With supernatural things, I have heard ghosts, but I've never seen ghosts. I do seek ghosts and I would love to see one, but I would crap my pants.
Yes I have a belt. I wear big pants because my ass is huge. So I can't go to a store by off the rack a size that is appropriate for my waist because they don't fit my ass!
I almost shat my pants. Literally, the floor was almost covered in my shat.
You and I and everybody in show business and the entertainment industry fly by the seat of our pants. We don't know quite what is going to happen.
Ballet: men wearing pants so tight that you can tell what religion they are.
Listen honey, would I lie to you to get in your pants?
I never leave my house. Then I don't have to put a bra on, and I don't have to change my pants.
Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.
The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair.
I've always been a tomboy. I've always liked to wear red, black, and white, and mostly pants.
My guilty pleasure is elastic-waisted pants. And reruns of shows Ive already seen 400 times on TV.
Had that poor Reilly kook really been proud of Levy Pants? He had always said that he was. That was one good sign of his insanity.