“An ocean of bad intentions.”

At first glance, it’s a serene and stylish wave pattern — something you’d wear to a beach wedding or a holiday with in-laws. But somewhere in the dark curves of the swell… things get anatomical. Yes, those waves are dicks. Tastefully arranged, mind you.

This design rewards the brave and the observant. From across the pool: refined. From two feet away: regret, laughter, and a newfound respect for subliminal filth.