Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Mr. Empty Pants (or jackass without jockeys)

A young man, named Mr. Shore, had returned from a long journey and had gone back to work after taking his clothing to the Foo-Chu Laundry. He had purchased many things on his trip including a little creativity for himself, because it was always something he lacked. He remembered that he had left the creativity in his pants that were at the laundry, and to his further dismay, he had left his pride, spirit, and will to live in the same pants. Before Mr. Shore could retrieve them, the pants were given over to man from a tiny Middle Eastern province, who had no ability to feed his village. He sorely needed the pants for a delicacy of his land called Slack Stew. A healthy pair of slacks stewed correctly could feed his people for months, he decided to sell the pride for passage on a small shrimp boat, which left him on a small island half way to his destination after the Captain realized the pride was empty. The man waited for two long weeks before another boat came along. He bargained with the crew and gave them the spirit for a small rowboat. It took him a month to reach the mainland and upon arriving he was met by the police and the Captain of the ship he had gotten the rowboat from. The Captain had the man arrested because the spirit he had given him was crushed. The man spent one year in jail and lost the will to live, which was pretty much already spent anyway. When the man returned to the village he was left with a worn 'n' torn pair of slacks with just a little creativity remaining. So to get by without money or food the villagers used what remained of the creativity for a food shortage solution. With the creativity mostly spent they took the tattered pants, a bottle of poison and mixed a village size heapin' helpin' o' Slack Stew. The villagers all died, permanently solving the food crisis. The pants were identified by the belt loop records and what was left was shipped backed to the rightful owner, Mr. Pauly "Empty Pants" Shore, who never missed the things he lost as he never used them much anyway.

4 comments:

Sparkle Plenty said...

WELCOME BACK, JEFF! (Welcome Back, Kotter music now playing.) I've read this post a few times with great fascination. There are so many cool lines in it and it's really kinda brilliant (empty pride, crushed spirit, spent will to live). I kept thinking it was a buddhist parable or something--convincing myself of this, really, even upon the third or fourth read--and then I'd be like..."I'll be damned it's the best, most intricate Pauly Shore joke EVER." I'm still reeling from the ensuing cognitive dissonance.

Doin' aw-ight on your end? HOPE SO!

Choosy Mothers Choose Jeff said...

Thanks SP!
Every so often I let one slip from the gates that is not all poo-poo and peenugget joke oriented humor.
And I truly despise all things Pauly Shore.

I am doing just dandy...and you-ins?

Sparkle Plenty said...

Glad you brought that to my attention: I WAS going to complain bitterly about the lack of poo-poo and peenugget humor...Please see that it does not happen again.

I'm super-duper, thanks--and only half of the super-duper (the duper, maybe) is not up to par.

Cheers,
SP

Choosy Mothers Choose Jeff said...

Well, I've always said to be completely duper takes a fantastic week.
Other than that sometimes over-dupering can cause serious skin wrinkling and obesity of the ears.