Last week, when Kathy Owen referred to me as the Queen of the Undie-verse, she got me thinking about where it all began. When did the Undie-verse begin to chatter at me and make me laugh with its riotous nonsense?
I can’t remember if it started with Christian Panties or if it was the question of “When do Togs become Undies?” But to answer the question I had to re-visit both of these videos.
They are the perfect antidote to the Monday after St. Paddy’s Day (when some of you may be suffering from a green beer hangover). Both these videos are loaded with COWBELL!
Here’s Sister Myotis, doing her best to convince you that thong underpants are “weapons of mass corruption”…
Then, the man with the longest legs I have EVER seen…well, you need to see it with the narrator’s snooty voice laid over it all to get the full funny. My fave scene is on the bus…
Which video is your favorite? When do “togs” become “undies?” Do you want to take a road trip and see Sister Myotis as badly as I do? Enquiring minds LOVE to know these things here at More Cowbell!
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How would a person pick just one favorite…they are both undie staples!! ROFL!!!
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LOL…exactly. I kept going back and forth between a fave.
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Sister Myotis is a Goddess. Really.
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I’ll agree that the Sister has THE BEST dialog ever!!!
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What Natalie said! LOL
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*snort*
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To quote a little Springsteen …. “From small things, Mamma, Big things one day come.”
Those are great, and I don’t think I can pick between the two because they are uniquely funny. Sister Myotis is great because I’ve known people like that. Togs or undies, between the sausage and biscuits in the supermarket and the horrified old lady in the bus (did they clean the seat after?), this was one great clip.
Having spent a fair amount of time on public transportation, this would explain why so many of the seats look so damned nasty. 😉
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BAHAHAHA! You know you got me to review that togs/undies clip to see if he was really between the sausage and biscuits in the grocery store?! (I’m gullible like that.) So funny…and yes, many times on public transport I want to lay a towel down on that seat…
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Lol. It can get pretty sick.
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G-man! Thrilled to see you back in the bog-o-sphere! Or, is it just Undie Chronicles that bring you out of under(space optional)cover operations to play with us?
I am so bummed (no pun intended, but what the hey, let them play when you find them, right?)
I could not see the video. Blank screen with voice-over. Dang!
“…sausage and biscuits in the supermarket…” Recap of the video, or your oh-so-Zack ka-snort descriptor?
The Boss may not have intended the meaning you implied in his words, but I suspect he’d be proud to know the words were well used in a not-so-subtle double entendre. Let the word games begin.
*Waving hi, Jenny!* A day late, but blog-jacking around on your site.
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ERK! That Jenny Hansen woman snuck in and answered the sausage and biscuit question between when I opened this post (last night) and when I commented (dark-thirty Tuesday morning).
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Hey Gloria! You really need to watch that video to “see” the grocery store and bus scenes.
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I know I do, G-Man. Otherwise, I’ll have to pester you for a reenactment for our viewing pleasure.
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I’m not sure that viewing pleasure would fit in to that scenario. 😉
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*snort*
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Sister Myotis gets my vote every time! ‘Cause there’s nothing that a woman in “good Christian panties, with a godly cotton panel” can’t do! 😉
Thanks for the Monday guffaw, Jenny!
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K.B.! If I see that line in your book, which [pause for SKA-WEEEEEE!] made its way from The Amazon to my front door on Saturday, I will most assuredly include it in my Goodreads and Amazon reviews. You’re welcome.
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Hi, Gloria! I’m so thrilled you’ve got my book…thank you! Alas, no “godly panel” but hope you like the novel, anyway! 😀
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You know I adore a good “godly cotton panel!” And lookee up there…Gloria is about to wallow in your book. 🙂
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For me, it’s the togs/undies clip. The announcer sounds so serious, and yet I’m falling off my chair from laughter. Plus, it got me thinking about our various words for underwear: http://julieglover.com/2012/08/15/panties-skivvies-bloomers-words-for-underwear/
Love the Undies Chronicles! Cowbell indeed.
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LOL, Julie. You know I adored that Undies post at your place. 🙂
And everyone: Julie was the first to turn me on to the togs vs. undies video (IYKWIM).
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It’s so hard to choose! I love the togs vs. undies–“If you can’t see the water…” LOL.
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Best line in the whole video, Diana! 😀
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I’m at the library and therefore cannot view without my colleagues raised brows. Crap!
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I hope you get to come back by, Amy…you must see these videos!!
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I have to say that ‘if you can’t see the water, you’re in underpants’ is my favorite. I’m not sure how I’d feel about that guy sitting next to me on a bus, but I suppose if I ever found myself on a bus, I could be stuck with worse traveling companions than him. He looks clean. 🙂
The ‘good Christian panties’ look an awful lot like granny panties (ewwww!). The thongs look like a perpetual wedgie/snuggie/your favorite term for a schoolkid prank.
Soft hip-huggers. That’s the perfect choice. Covers what they need to…comfortably. 😉
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Believe it or not, Kristy, I agree with you. My own undies are more serviceable than festive, which probably explains why they all crack (ha!) me up so much. 😀
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They are both classics, but you have to love the togs/undies debate in a yummy accent. LOLOLOL!
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Pauline, I definitely thing the togs are the clear winner here today. (And it’s definitely the accent.)
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Wait a minute! I’m wearing togs right now at work. Is that why everyone is moving away from me when I walk by?
Hey look, what are the police doing here?
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Phil, yes (sadly), that is why. No togs in the workplace. Ever. Unless you are a model or starring in a soap opera. 🙂
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Phil, try covering the togs with a kilt. It is a simple way to remain faithful to you tog, while keeping it as free and ungindered as possible. 😉
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*unhindered (see, if I had been wearing my tog while typing this reply, it would have been free of typos as all of my attention could have been paid to my typing. I instead chose to wear those Myotis undies made from 8 yards of puritanical cloth.)
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IDK, I like “ungindered” – now we need Julie Glover to weigh in on what that could mean. I’m thinking someone comes “ungindered” when they’ve had a few too many martinis?
I’m sure with this crowd that other suggestions will be provided… 😉
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In that case, I might get ungindered tonight!
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I really think “un-GIN-dered” implies martinis. Likely that the tog-wearer is martini-less…
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Thanks for the good advice! Maybe that is what I was doing wrong. No one told me I had to actually wear anything over it! 😉
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Lmao We should start a Fraternal Order of Togs. You can be Prez, I’ll be vice, and we can hold our meetings in grocery stores.
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Or in a jail cell!
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I like that your organization’s call letters are F.O.O.T. <– Very dude-like to use a body part. 😀
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Jenny! You do realize this comment has both Filbio and Zack, the G-man, scrambling for a handle (No pun! But, I can’t control where your mind roams.) with an acronym for another body part, right? Perhaps something beginning with Paternal…
I missed this blog-jack thread. See what happens when I’m out of pocket? No fun? Hmmm. Really depends, doesn’t it.
Yes, filbio and G-man, my mind doth wander to what happens “out of pocket.”
My work here is done.
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Clearly, TOGS is the best one! Christian panties are a super close second, but Togs has a special place in my um, heart.
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Your, um, heart? LOL…it is rather nice to see tall man walking everywhere in his…altogether.
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Thanks for the giggles Jenny 😀
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You’re very welcome, Shah!!
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That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in years! Thanks for sharing the underpants beginning roots!
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Not a problem, Darcy. I’m sure you’ve figured out: what flits through MY mind gets to travel to YOUR minds. 🙂
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