A Quote by Bill Engvall

If your mother still drives you to school, you are not a gangster, pull your pants up! — © Bill Engvall
If your mother still drives you to school, you are not a gangster, pull your pants up!
Sex stops when you pull up your pants, Love never lets you go.
Everywhere you look, there is a charity or a project in school to get involved in. In eighth grade, there was this program called CJSF, California Junior Scholarship Foundation. We were involved in soup kitchens and toy drives, and your school can set up something like that. If your school doesn't have a program like that, set one up.
I hate pants. This is something I have inherited from my father. He despised pants, and my mother was never allowed to wear them at home. We're talking about a different time period now, when the man was much more the ruler of the house. But I still feel that way, and neither my mother nor Maria is allowed to go out with me in pants.
I think, when you are growing up, you have to pull apart from what your mother wants or needs. You've got to go your own way, and that's what I did.
I was the dude you didn't wanna go to school with, because I would come to school and get on your shoes. If you had a hole in your pants, I'd talk about it all day long. If your hair was messed up, if you had buck teeth, I'd talk about it all day long. And I made people laugh doing it, but it wasn't like I thought I was a comedian.
If you make a fool of yourself, you can do it with dignity, without taking your pants down. And if you do take your pants down, you can still do it with dignity.
I'm just a proud papa and it's nice to get that validation from my colleagues in the industry. You get up, you pull your pants down and you're like, "Here it is!"
In my world, of course, it don't matter. You could be a gangster with a dress, you could be a gangster with baggy pants.
You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.
I met this gangster who pulls up people's pants. Name's Wedgie Kray.
Every rock song is some variation of 'Pull down your pants'
Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
Ladies and Gentlemen, take my advice, pull down your pants and slide on the ice.
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot Oh, but still you're aching for the things you haven't got, What went wrong? And if you can't understand why your world is so dead And why you've got to keep in style and feed your head Well, you're twenty one and still you mother makes your bed And that's too long.
Your child is never not your child. You can be 90 and your mother 120, but your mother is still worried about you.
Lift up yourselves, men, take yourselves out of the mire and hitch your hopes to the very stars themselves. Let no man pull you down, let no man destroy your ambition, because man is but your companion, your equal; man is your brother; he is not your Lord, he is not your sovereign master.
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