there's honest plain dealing in my t'other hose

[angevin2]

This afternoon commodorified posted the latest installment of Shakespeare In My Pants, the delightful parlor game in which you open up iTunes, pull out the track titles from your Shakespeare audiobooks, and append "In My Pants" to them. I mean, hell, pants have been entirely on topic in this space, lately. (And, yes, I am 12. ;) )

Previous installments:
Henry

Comments

[queeniefox]

And that game is EVEN BETTER (hard to believe, I know) if you're British!

My favourite is Act 2 scene 2 of the second lot. *nods* Although Act 4 Scene 1 is also marvellous.

[so_lily_briscoe]

I can't help it. How Now, Hal, What Time Of Day Is It In My Pants, while perhaps the least suggestive, is by far my favorite, on grounds of the incredible confusion that must drive a man to ask another what time it is in his own pants. Thank you.

[angevin2]

And the best part is, it's not really even that out of character for Falstaff. ;)

[so_lily_briscoe]

I would argue, to the contrary, that Falstaff always knows what time it is in his pants, if not anywhere else. What goes on in a) bottles of sack and b) his pants, the man knows, and knows well. We must give him that.

[angevin2]

...I believe I have been one-upped in Falstaffianism. I salute you!

[aussiepeach]

*wipes tears of laughter* What a way to start the morning in my pants.

[jb1234]

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent In My Pants

Beautiful. You have summed up my sex life in one Shakespearean sentence. ;)

[ixwin]

Okay, I was giggling quietly until The Son of Clarence Have I Pent Up Close In My Pants at which point I cracked up completely. Fabulous!

[angevin2]

Hee. I keep picturing poor Edward Plantagenet going "LET ME OUT!"