Our classic Chubbies. 5.5" inseam with a zipper fly and an elastic waistband. They do a body good.
Like your pop's trunks back in the day – elastic waistband, comfortable fabrics and the classic Chubseam to keep them quads liberated in all your aquatic debauchery.
American flag shorts, state flag shorts, and just general badassery contained within.
Rep yo state like a boss.
A one man wrecking crew in a box. But not just any box. A real wooden crate suited for a man. How do we know this? Because you can only crack into this fortified treasure chest with a crowbar.
Strutting is a habit in these magnates of the beach and shoguns of the surf. Freely engage in any and all thigh wrestling contests. You WILL NOT lose.
Watercraftmanship (n.) - Whatever it is, these things are dripping in it. We tried, and found it literally impossible not to revel in the pure watercraftsmanship of these slick ricks.
These bad boys will keep you on top of your game with the womenfolk for as long as you can handle it. Which better damn well be a long time. Like 97 years. At a minimum.
If you're gonna be struttin' the beach laying down Stone Cold Stunner's like nobody's business, then you best be rocking these shorts.
Give 'em someone to look up to. Or up at. Or down at as you busta worm that would make Dennis Rodman 50 shades of jealous. 100% funky fresh and committed to weekend.
If a good ol' fashioned shindig is what you're looking for, then you've come to the right place. Designed for making waves, babies, and big fat first impressions.
Fill it up again. And again. And again. Once it hits your lips it's just so good. We 100% expect you to have a nice little Saturday or twelve in these maestros of libation selection.
Head and shoulders and chest and torso above the rest. Way up here the hammocks swing a lil' smoother, the cosmic rays toast a lil toastier, and the vibes mellow so good.
Just bask in the glory of the perfect Weekend shirt.
So perfectly neon lime that margaritas can't thank us enough.
Potato, potahto. Tomato, tomahto. Flamingo, flabongo. You know the drill. Thou shall not pass without two frosty bevs and the tank that broke spring break back in '86.
Whoa, this lil guy just went and busted the Nichter Scale (the Neon Richter Scale, for the uninitiated). The only proven method for measuring how f*cking bodaciously neon a single object can be.
Keeping the sand safe from sleeves since...now.