Sans Culottes Fever Sweeps Nation

"Every single one of us on this Earth is entitled to a bad day."

Pregaming

K: I forgot the password to Sans Culottes, but I lost my underwear in a game of darts at a dive bar last night. Seems relevant.

J: I have no idea what it is either. Well done!

K: I must admit my concern that you're more upset by the fact that we've forgotten the password than the fact that I bet my underwear on a game of darts.

J: My concern is directly linked to my expectations: I simply didn't expect to forget the password and am therefore a bit upset. As far as your panties: color me crazy, but I guess I expect them to go missing, due to bet, barter, or basic neglect.

K: I fucking love you.

Inspiration

Because we here at Sans Culottes fully understand that waking up without one's pants *will* happen more often than we'd like, we take a moment to pay tribute to those who leave home pantsless intentionally. In particular, we like really crappy footage of the No Pants Subway Ride with idiotic background chatter. You're welcome.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

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  J: It'll be SO fun. K's awesome. You'll love her. She and I are chatting right now because we're setting up a blog about this trip

  M: Great. Use wordpress or tumblr. Super easy to use.

  
  
  
  
  

  J: Yeah I just set one up via blogger simply because it's really easy and I'm really lazy. "Sans Culottes Encore Une Fois" - a reference to friends who manage to lose their pants on a regular basis.

  
  
  

  M: Friends lose their pants on a regular basis? Interesting.

  
  
  

  J: This is what you're in for. Two drunkards sans culottes. Yay, America!

  
  
  

  M: Now you got me worried.

  
  
  

  J: Ah, nothing to worry about. K's only banned from one country so far, and it's not France, so we should be fine.

  
  
  

  M: Are you serious?

  
  
  

  J: Well not so much banned as "barred entry" but I see no reason to quibble about details. Ok, gotta run! 

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

What's In A Name?

J: Most important decision of your week: What shall we call our brilliant blog?

K:Feeling Lusty, Must Wander?

J: Hahaha, perfect! 
 

K: Credit to my cousin, Kim, for the title.We might need to be in the same room in order to get this properly launched. Sorry.

J: Not a problem. Because? We also need to work out the accompanying drinking game rules, which will fit nicely into a side bar.
 

K: Agreed. In thinking further of our blog, which is obviously all I've done today, I think we need a strict ban on photos or videos of any kind. Thoughts?

J: Oh, no, I think photos and videos are ALL we should post. They're guaranteed to be blurry, after all. And if we include any sort of narrative at all, it should have a built-in slur. And yes, even though my academic career is balancing on the fine-tip of the paper I have yet to finish, I've only thought about the blog as well.

K: We're coming at this from two different perspectives. You have a lovely boyfriend. Something that will likely encourage you to keep most of your dignity in tact. I don't have that. Plus, I tend not to think much about concepts such as "dignity." In the words of Kanye West, "please no photos."
 

J: Pppfff. Propriety.
 

K:I imagine entirely pantsless days. No one needs to see that.

 

J: hashtag Poor B (J's lovely boyfriend)
 

K: Hey, maybe I'll have a bf by March. #unlikely

 

J: #bannedfromyetanothercountry

 

K: I'm not banned, I was just denied entry from an EU nation. I mean, who hasn't been? #imtotallybanned
 

J: So, I'll get another set of "I'm with Stupid" shirts made up, shall I? "Je Suis Avec Stupide" doesn't quite have the same ring.
 

K: En Francais, s'il vous plait
 

J: #sansculottesencoreunefois
 

K: Now THAT should be the name of the blog!
 

J: YES!