A Quote by Libba Bray

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants. — © Libba Bray
Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.
Encourage good music and art and literature in your homes. Homes that have a spirit of refinement and beauty will bless the lives of your children forever.
I always believe in pants. You can play with your legs, your attitude, with pants. It's much more funny. It's much more sophisticated. It's much more arrogant, like a man with feminine attitude. I love pants.
Bankruptcy is a legal proceeding in which you put your money in your pants pocket and give your coat to your creditors.
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.
Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
Flying by the seat of your pants precedes crashing by the seat of your pants.
When you get hit by a car sometimes your shoes will fly off, sometimes your pants will come off, but I was not fortunate enough to see the pants portion.
Arty farty, you'll never fool your Aunt, who knew you picked your nose and wet your pants.
Get yourself a pedometer. It's an inexpensive device that fits in your pocket or clips on your pants and counts your steps.
I have this rule: It's like, if you write an amazing, cool song that you mean and then you go put your leather pants on and sing it in front of people; that's OK. But if you put your leather pants on and stand in front of the mirror and go, "Ok, I've got to write a song to fit these pants," then you're in trouble.
Your thoughts and your actions are fixed forever in their terms. That is slavery. I, on the other hand, brought you freedom. Freedom is expensive, but the price is not impossible. So, fear your captors, your masters. Don't waste your time and your power fearing me.
Make room for the Lord in your homes and in your hearts, and He will be your companion. He will be by your side.
If you walk into somebody's office with your hair uncombed and a pick in the back, and your shoes untied, and your pants half down, tattoos up and down your arms and on your neck, and you wonder why somebody won't hire you? They don't hire you 'cause you look like you're crazy!
Watch your thoughts. Every thought accepted as true is sent by your brain to your solar plexus - your abdominal brain - and is brought into your world as a reality.
If your shirt isn't tucked into your pants, then your pants are tucked into your shirt.
You can't be seen in your mid-40s wearing leather pants. No leather pants anymore.
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