The tale... no, the
legend... of The Brotherhood of the Traveling YesPants begins in the hazy 1970s with none other than the iconic Jon Anderson:
Over the decades, several have tried to join The Brotherhood, with varying success:
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| “Look, Christopher! I am wearing Jon’s YesPants! Trés chic, no?” “No. You’re fired.” |
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| “I thought the memo read white specs, not white slacks.” |
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| (Alan read the memo correctly and was a skillful ballplayer in his day.) |
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| Ideally, the Traveling YesPants should always remain with the lead singer... |
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| ... because they might otherwise get stretched out beyond repair! |
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| The Traveling YesPants, today... |
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| ... and perhaps tomorrow? Joining The Brotherhood, Will? |
Postscript: Until the Traveling YesPants are returned one day to the founder of The Brotherhood, they seem destined to be saddled with a curse:
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| Owner of a Lonely Shart. | |
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