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These kids today know nothing of the simple pleasure of a gusset in the crotch.
I have a pair of these… They are remarkable, your balls dont stick to your leg, AND, I can chew my toenails with my pants on.
Kickin’ Jeans. Because you never know when you’ll need to pummel John Oates in the balls.
I think someone just found the basis for the poster for a future Mean Jeans’ show.
I owned these ,was really in Martial arts growing up. Yes, I just admitted that. No, they did’nt really work. I would however cheerfully kick Oates , or the next person who plays “Out of Touch” and claps along. Hall and Oates are yesterdays news, 30 something hipsters. And no, its not cute or nostalgic when you do that. It’s irritating