"a one-way street stripe that runs across your chest and leads to the action."
The copy writers back then didn't hold back, did they?
Apparently "drop-front sailors' pants" are cut tight enough to see which side theses jolly jack-tars tuck their belaying pins.
Somehow it is no surprise the left hand of the sailor in white is nestled comfortably on the thigh of sailor in blue, less than an inch away from where "the action" is.
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The proud long panted men of the USS Dropfront, enforcing the no fly zone of the discotheque since 1975.
ReplyDeleteI want that shirt! I'll outsmart Wile E. Coyote with that.
ReplyDeleteEnya can take the pants.
Watch out you don't cut yourself on those creases.
ReplyDelete"a one-way street stripe that runs across your chest and leads to the action."
ReplyDeleteThe copy writers back then didn't hold back, did they?
Apparently "drop-front sailors' pants" are cut tight enough to see which side theses jolly jack-tars tuck their belaying pins.
Somehow it is no surprise the left hand of the sailor in white is nestled comfortably on the thigh of sailor in blue, less than an inch away from where "the action" is.