Finding that special person in the locker room…
Hey, get your own whistle.
When shorts were shorts! Long ago I had not a few copies of the shorts you see here. We called them “cutoffs”. They got that name because after our jeans accrued too many patches sewed on by our girlfriends and girlfriends to be (who also gave us all our haircuts), that we just cut off as much of the legs as we could for Summer wear. We liked the little white ring of denim fluff around each leg. Thouth we tried to cut them off evenly below the pocket line, more than often we miscalculated which brought into view the inner white pocket bags along with other bags and paraphernalia. We of the underless knew not to sit down too often in mixed company. Until the fourth beer.