Pirates of Zen Pants
I’ve had this idea for an opera.
Pirates of Zen Pants, right? It’s about a bunch of rogue traders who travel the psychic fairs up and down the country selling fake designer label undergarments.
Their USP is that the pants have mystical powers and that they can arouse a spiritual awakening, and that anyone who wears them can gain enlightment.
Arias include:
Undie Wired
Dharma Bums
A Noble Truth of the Loom
Why Front?
Shake Ya Mooney
and the big closing number:
Free Your Ass And Your Mind Will Follow
Shit opera joke that I just made up:
What sings and has no effect whatsoever?
Placebo Domingo.
Here is the box :
…and here’s where I’m thinking.
January 11th, 2006 at 4:39 pm
Heeeeee!
January 11th, 2006 at 4:46 pm
“Placebo Domingo”? Dammit, that was genius.
I’ve got to quit reading your stuff, else I’ll develop a man-crush.
January 11th, 2006 at 8:54 pm
barely able to conceal my smirk, i’ll have to wear my y-fronts over my head until the smile wears off
January 11th, 2006 at 9:06 pm
Don’t gie up your day job.
But go into advertising. IF you aren’t there already.
January 12th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
errr… is that the box you’re living in or the box you’re thinking outside of?
(who mentioned boxes? am I missing something? Is my blondeness blocking my chi?… it’s only peroxide - does that matter?)
It’s a fine box. Handmade. It’s got that look about it.
(good lord I’m now being Arthur Negus!)
January 12th, 2006 at 10:32 pm
Oh bugger!
I just sussed it.
Kill me now someone. Fast!
It’s ok he’s on a plane. He’ll never know.
*gets coat*
February 21st, 2008 at 12:57 pm
I love how these little gems resurface from time to time.
It’s a bit like diving into a swimming pool, having your trunks removed by the force of the impact with the water, and then seeing your garment come back to the surface at a reachable distance away from you. Sort of.