Thus began a frantic lightning-speed email exchange that lasted waaaay longer than JJ or I had time for... Every third email was something along the lines of "DUDE I REALLY can't deal with this right now!" or "I have a meeting with my boss in 10 minutes and I HAVE to get some actual work done today!!!" And then we kept going on about the undie situation. And how sweaty we were. And how maybe JJ had to poop because of the situation. Because you know how she gets... And what the fuck should we DO?!
We did what any
Going for the shock factor of "Hey! How do you feel about the fact that your insane, nutball fans are putting your lips on the crotch of their underwear?!? Huh? Huh?! Look at them! LOOK AT THEMMMMMM!!!!" made us a little uncomfy. OK, it made us a lot uncomfy. And maybe the show we got the offer from would have been more tactful than this, but let's face it - the intention would be to catch RPatts off guard and get a reaction shot. And I don't want to be the person contributing to that awkward moment, and neither does JJ, and neither does Red Bella. We got back to them, and they graciously accepted our declining their request.
Sorry if this post is a bit of a downer... I've said it before and I'll say it again that I am SHOCKED about the amount of attention and press this has been receiving... I'd be lying if I said I don't like the traffic that's been driven here - and the fact that for every hundred or thousand people who click over here for a second and click away never to be heard from again, we get that one person who stays for a little bit and reads a few posts and says "Hot DAMN I've found my people!! WOOO!!!" [welcome, by the way, to the newcomers who stumbled across us and liked what they read] - and when I've went and read the comments - most some variation of "GROSS!!!" - on the sites that picked up the images and reposted them but then almost always saw someone defending us and explaining it was a lark that went viral - all of that makes me happy.
So no, we won't be lurking in the wings of some tv show this weekend, hoping that RPatts would still be willing to autograph our tits after being scarred by the "underpanttz" - and I think we'll all be better off for it. Although if I run into him on the streets of NYC on the 19th or 20th, I DO always have a Sharpie on me... [ok, maybe I am a little bit snarky even in the aftermath of pantygate - no boob-ographs are in my future--swear on a stack of underpants.]
[JJ chimes in...]
So, we're sorry to everyone who wanted us to present RPattz with the pantz. It ain't gonna happen. Well, it may anyway, whether we want it to or not, but... we don't want. This isn't because of all the nay-sayers or anything like that. It's because we want to be remembered for being us, and being part of this great Twitarded community, and not because we have THE underpantz. We've done and said a lot of crazy shit on this blog since it's inception and we're not sorry for one word of it. Not one little iota. Hell, we're not even really sorry about the panties but... we don't want to go out like that. We just want our Twitarded little lives back. You know, the ones that talk about taking a dump in someone's trailer, or accidentally (and mortifyingly) outing ourselves as the ridiculous fucking fan-broads we are.
And we are SO fucking tired of the word 'panties'.