Monday, March 24, 2008


The home of Dylan, Prince...

...and Zubaz.

I'm willing to bet that a few pairs of these glorified bedazzled sweat pants are going to make an appearance at a Hot Chip show near you, in the very near future.

Ironic or not, they're back. For realz.

I recall dudes that wore these things along with Andre Agassi mullets and lightening bolts shaved into their eyebrows. Pinned pants and dangly earrings followed shortly after. When all was said in done, some of the most homophobic douche duffles in my junior high school looked like gay Thundercats.

Dare to be different indeed.

But they were so comfortable. And so damn easy to put on.

I owned a pair, until I realized they were the absolute worst at concealing boners.

Boner pants make a comeback.


R. Falch said...

My mother refused to buy them for me, but she did get me a purple and orange Phoenix Suns Apex jacket.

Thanks, mom.

Not even a Starter jacket. An Apex jacket.

Dude, I was so pissed.

She told me boner pants were too stupid, but she bought me an Phoenix Suns winter jacket.

I'll never understand.

theryanburk said...

Have you ever been to a Zorbaz up north? They've annoyingly replaced all the "s's" on their menu with "z's" (e.g. Zpicy Nachoz). I'm sure they'll be ordering these things by the case to sell at their gift shop.

Casey Brewer said...

Nonz Bonerz Conzealerz.