Pants used in a sentence

Pants in a sentence as a noun

The S3 beats the pants off the iPhone 5? That's not a phone is it?

I think I made it to age 30 without ever owning 3 pairs of pants at one time.

They won't act until their pants are on fire. If we really want to **** IE[6-8], we need to set fire to their pants.

> Maybe this is the kick in the pants Linux needs to increase adoption. That is what I think.

I feel guilty because I haven't put any pants on today... etc.

My answer to Are you after pants or tops today? will always be I'm just looking; thanks.

They mandated the color of pants speakers wore. Am I really reading this?

It shows intent people in pants all taking pictures with their phones. The capture reads "Take photos together."

I'd say a man placing her hand in his unzipped pants counts as criminal behavior.

Maybe this is the kick in the pants Linux needs to increase adoption. But I would much rather know GNU/Linux, not Ubuntu.

And this after you make "sock down your pants" jokes on Twitter. The irony is delicious.

Twitter's "pants" is also worth looking at. * Don't touch Spring with a 60-foot pole: in the mildest terms it's unequivocal and absolute garbage.

Yet another pants-on-head troll has decided that NodeJS is a crime against his tech religion? I don't ******* care.

Then, you will put on your Responsible Adult pants, call your employee into the office, and tell them the situation. You will emphasize that it is in no way their fault.

Then go in wearing leather pants, with white powder on your upper lip and reeking of Jack Daniels. Use a pawn-shop electric guitar to smash the **** out of their interview room.

I don't care about egos, lipstick color, or the pants the language creator wears. I care about the language, so let's talk about it now: From a long-time Mathematica user: this is not a language I like.

Not everyone wants to sit on purple glowing cubes with a fernet milkshake under mood lighting in tight pants. Some people enjoy sitting on saddles, twirling their mustaches, and line-dancing the cowshit off their boots.

Actually happened: an interviewer displayed a picture of himself not wearing pants. That interview was in Chicago; I was in Michigan at the time, thankfully.

They mandated the color of pants speakers wore. Just ridiculously micromanaged.

I understand this is OFA, not the White House, and perhaps for a seat-of-the-pants campaign style event under normal circumstances, this would be excusable. But these are not normal circumstances.

And that as a result, maybe someone just didn't keep their willy in their pants, they knew it, and decided to step aside before their complicated mess got slopped on the company they helped build? I dunno I feel like I like the "humans are imperfect" explanation a bit better.

I spent grades 5-12 worried about bleeding through to my pants in school. There's already so much going on at that age, dealing with 'learning to be a woman' was just more anxiety. Even as an adult who can typically tell when my cycle is about to start I still end up with stained undergarments and sometimes pants.

I buy a few pairs of pants and shirts a year like most American men, occasionally we go out to eat with friends. I can't buy enough of anything to make up for the fact that millions of unemployed and underemployed Americans can't buy any new cars, any clothes, or enjoy any meals out.

For a $10 video editor that, quite frankly, beats the pants off a lot of **** out there for day to day editing tasks, I can't afford to devote the time and resources it requires to maintain it without it having a baseline level of income. Not having an upgrade path to a major version number bump is ridiculous.

If you were my little brother, and you told me that you had applied to 100 jobs you were strongly qualified for and got zero offers, I would put on my big brother pants and make some fairly pointed observations about your skills, beginning with lead qualification. I would then advise working on skills like lead qualification over sending out 100 more resumes into a process which, as your big brother who loves you has to point out, you must have designed to fail.