A Song about Gnomes

lawn gnomes on a shelf

I don’t watch South Park with any consistency, and I never really have. I have found it amusing enough to watch if nothing else was on, but I never got that into it. Except for a period of a couple weeks, about ten years ago, when I binge-watched (yes, people did that before Netflix’s Watch Instantly) a few seasons in a short amount of time. Maybe that’s why I don’t watch it now: I’m burned out.
Anyway, apparently something stuck with me.

For no apparent reason, I awoke this morning with a particular song from the show stuck in my head. It goes a little something like this:

 Time to go to work, Work all day, We need underpants hey!
We won’t stop until we have underpants!
Yum tum yummy tum tay!

It’s been at least a couple years since I last thought of the underpants gnomes who sang this song, and it’s easily been several years since I saw the episode. Yet this morning, it popped back into the limelight.

Does that say more of the great mystery of human memory or the memorability of nonsense put to a catchy tune (Kesha comes to mind)?

It did inspire an idea, though.

What would happen if I woke one night, silently slipped over to my wife’s underwear drawer, and emptied it, maybe burying all her panties in the back yard or something. What would she do?

If nothing else, being an underpants gnome for a day seems like a fun prank. When she asks me about it, I could just sing the song as an answer. It would annoy her so much… Awesome!

Plus, we’ve already established how I feel about her going commando.

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Philip Osgood is a Christian husband, father, and writer who considers himself a passable video game player, fiction reader, camping and hiking enthusiast, welder, computer guy, and fitness aficionado, though real experts in each field might just die of laughter to hear him claim it. He has been called snarky, cynical, intelligent, eccentric, creative, logical, and Steve for some reason. Phil and his beautiful wife Clara live in Texas with their children in a house with a dog but no white picket fence. He does own a titanium spork from ThinkGeek, though, so he must be alright.

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