Jizz In My Pants is still important today.

The first time I heard about the concept of jizzing in one’s pants (for the uninformed, ejaculating semen into your own pants when deep in the throes of dry-humping or in sexual excitement) I guess was in American Pie, which I saw when I was 9 years old, good times. They didn’t really highlight the action much in that movie, just the fact that Jim was a loser and couldn’t get a boner for Nadia, who was every boy’s dream back in the day. 10 years later, Eastbound & Down’s first season featured a game-changing jizz in the pants scene, where they really solidified the concept and explored the essence of it, which permanently seared it into the fringe of the zeitgeist. Then, The Lonely Island dropped their infamous track “Jizz In My Pants” shortly thereafter, which instantly shifted the tectonics of sexual tension’s foundations.
Of course, somehow the powers of Eastbound & Down and The Lonely Island’s jam somehow led to me occasionally jizzing in my pants during dry humping or hand over pants HJ’s during college. Sigh. I had a very, very long drought prior to my college encounters and I was like a corked champagne bottle, so I’m not surprised.
Anyways, “Jizz In My Pants” hooks you from the first lines, “Lock eyes, from across the room, down my drinks while the rhythms boom. Take your hand and skip the names, no need here for the silly games.” This is my favorite comedy song of all-time, and contains the perfect music video to match. If this was before your time, you’re welcome, and if you haven’t heard it in the last 5 years, go back, and remember a time when jizzing in your pants was cool, just like pissing them was in Billy Madison, circa 1995.

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I wrote this blog for a few reasons. One is because nobody in my circle of friends ever puts me on to music or things that are dope that I haven't heard about (step your game up friends!) as few people nerd out as hard as me on the dumb things I focus on. The other and main reason is because I am so tired of The NeedleDrop and Pitchfork, from the way Fantano talks about music, to the way that Pitchfork writes about it. Both cause me physical pain to read or watch, yet I for some reason occasionally check their review scores, because they are the only sites I know that do stay on top of music (to a degree), and they focus on genres that I'm not tapped into, so occasionally I find something good. Is it worth the pain? No. So let me save you the pain, by only sharing with you my favorites, and maybe you'll find a new favorite. Oh and I also love talking shit, so I'll do that too, but this blog is about showing love to great art.
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