for wunderkammer: nábrókarstafur—lucky “corpsepants” made from the skin of a dead man that yield a never-ending supply of cash money. the first thing that you gotta understand is that you can’t just go to your closest abercrombie & fitch and ask the bro there to hook you up with a pair of corpsepants—you need to make them yourself. and making yourself corpsepants is no easy thing. the recipe goes something like this: find a homeboy of yours that is willing to let you make trousers out of his skin when he kicks the bucket. as an incentive you can promise him your own skin if you die first (see tontine). wait until said homeboy kicks the bucket. once he is buried, you must secretly exhume his corpse, flay it from the waist down, and make yourself a pair of lovely trousers. put them on. if you are lucky, you will look like this or this, but most likely you will look like this. like the great d.r.m. software of the 21st century, your corpsepants are useless until you activate them. and like the great d.r.m. software of the 21st century, activation is a tedious and humiliating process: you must steal a coin from a poor widow during christmas, easter, or pentecost WHILE her minister is reading his sermon. now all that remains to do is to place the coin in the <ahem> scrotal sack of your new corpsepants (you did keep the genitals didn’t you).  if you followed these directions precisely, a flood of new coins will continually jangle out of your pants like the payout from a vegas slot machine. you can now live the good life in a tuscan villa—but remember: once you take off your trousers, they will stop producing coins for you forever. :( __ source (enn-ess-eff-double-you-exlcamation point). see also: this wikipædia article. in addition, a (ghastly) picture of real-life nábrókarstafur can be found here.

for wunderkammer: nábrókarstafur—lucky “corpsepants” made from the skin of a dead man that yield a never-ending supply of cash money.

the first thing that you gotta understand is that you can’t just go to your closest abercrombie & fitch and ask the bro there to hook you up with a pair of corpsepants—you need to make them yourself. and making yourself corpsepants is no easy thing. the recipe goes something like this:

  1. find a homeboy of yours that is willing to let you make trousers out of his skin when he kicks the bucket. as an incentive you can promise him your own skin if you die first (see tontine).
  2. wait until said homeboy kicks the bucket.
  3. once he is buried, you must secretly exhume his corpse, flay it from the waist down, and make yourself a pair of lovely trousers.
  4. put them on. if you are lucky, you will look like this or this, but most likely you will look like this.
  5. like the great d.r.m. software of the 21st century, your corpsepants are useless until you activate them. and like the great d.r.m. software of the 21st century, activation is a tedious and humiliating process: you must steal a coin from a poor widow during christmas, easter, or pentecost WHILE her minister is reading his sermon. now all that remains to do is to place the coin in the <ahem> scrotal sack of your new corpsepants (you did keep the genitals didn’t you). 
  6. if you followed these directions precisely, a flood of new coins will continually jangle out of your pants like the payout from a vegas slot machine.
  7. you can now live the good life in a tuscan villa—but remember: once you take off your trousers, they will stop producing coins for you forever. :(

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source (enn-ess-eff-double-you-exlcamation point). see also: this wikipædia article. in addition, a (ghastly) picture of real-life nábrókarstafur can be found here.

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