Sanspantsophobia. Duh.

I just killed a spider two thirds the size of my hand. It was crawling up my leg, and I thought it was a tiny bug. Or just formication.

"Formication" is among my favorite 50¢ words.

Slacks-a-go-go... duh.

This is exactly what Emergency Pants were invented for.

What, now pants are mandatory?

MetaChat: What, now pants are mandatory?

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I just try not to go outside. Then I don't have to worry about not wearing pants.

Then again, I've actually worn pants outside exactly once in about 4 months - for a job interview. Every other time it's been shorts without exception.

I leave home without my pants all the time. I keep a satchel filled with puffs, grunts, gasps, and wheezes, though, so the pants aren't really missed.

Slacks-a-go-go... duh.

Beautiful.

I am sans pants. Life is good.

melissa_may, I think it must just be us.

Been there.

You know, before MeCha I used to think I was relatively healthy, instead of a bucket of neuroses.

True story; after a drunken college binge, I passed out at a friends dorm. They thought it would be funny to hide my (and other's) clothes, such that when we woke up, we would have to have a scavenger hunt through their dorm to find them.

What they obviously forgot is that 1.) I'm a cranky bitch when I wake up, even on good days, 2.) At the time, I was a gymnast, and didn't so much mind being naked in public, and 3.) I don't really care about social conventions too much...or didn't when I was 18...

I woke up, realized I had no clothes except my panties and my jacket (nobody was stupid enough to touch my leather), and a gaggle of giggly friends...none of whom had made coffee, so I shrugged, muttered something rude and unprintable, and walked across campus to my dorm in my panties and my leather biker jacket.

Needless to say, revenge was had. And it was sweet. Oh, so very sweet. Crying, blue eyeshadow, lots of rope, big metal horse... Good times, good times. Ah, the hijinx of youth, no?

I find the best revenge for depantsing is to help the depantser into more clothes. Sort of. If you've got a few friends and a few rolls of duct tape, hold down the depantser and thoroughly mummify them in duct tape. Use at least three layers and leave a breathing hole if you're feeling generous. Then, having completely mummified them, have your friends lift the depantser up (this works best if you have a bed for them to stand upon) and duct tape said mummy to the ceiling.

I've done this a few times. There is no sweeter revenge.

What's the name for the phobia where you are afraid no one else has your phobia?

Doesn't matter, mm. You know there are at least two of us.

Yes, our support group meetings will be small, but eventful, and the cocktails should be simply fabulous.

Oh, and we can end each one with the comforting cry "Pants check!"

Spamusement (the comic where each strip is based on a genuine spam message line) touched upon this.

Do you ever worry that you'll leave home without your pants?

No, but I sometimes worry that I'll leave the house without someone else's pants.

You mean I am supposed to worry when I leave home without pants? Shit, I have enough to worry about already.

Once in high school I pulled halfway out of the driveway in my car before realizing I hadn't put on my bra. It was a very close call!

Sometimes I find myself walking out the door in my house slippers. I imagine that someday I shall be a crazy old lady wandering the streets in my bathrobe.

Once in high school I pulled halfway out of the driveway in my car before realizing I hadn't put on my bra.

*Realizes he has left the house without a bra for the past 30 years*

*panics*

Worry about pants? No. BUT! Like taz, I've started to leave the house wearing my slippers, I dunno how many times. And, before I changed my routine (shut up) I'd occasionally leave the house before brushing my teeth. I hate that.

i'm debating bathing
but i'll bring the shopping carts
*runs to take a photo for me flicker*

quick, someone disassociate this photo from me and put it on ryvar's meta thread!