Collection: Pants on Fire Lodge

Howdy! I'm Sparky,
Proud owner, manager, talent booker, janitor, insurance liability, and sole proprietor of the Pants on Fire Lounge — Mammoth Lakes’ most exclusive venue.
So exclusive, in fact, that it’s never been open. Not once. Not even accidentally.

Nestled in a condo complex with some truly helpful neighbors, the Lounge is a rustic retreat for lovers of truth, tunes, and tactful misdirection.

We specialize in:
• Smoldering folk satire
• Unattended hospitality
• Unicorn farts

🎧 Heard the song yet?
"Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire" is a musical retelling of one very real, very flaming vacation story.
→ [Stream it here]

Ever shown up to your rental, the code doesn’t work, the host is in Spain, and a neighbor confirms it via Social Media?
No?
Well, I did.
Then I wrote a song about it.

🛒 Now you can wear your disappointment — with pride.
Scroll down to shop merch that smells faintly of unicorn farts and unspoken truths.

Thanks for stopping by.
The Sierra’s cold… but not as cold when you can’t get inside.

— Sparky, Lounge Management (and laundry supervisor)