An ocean of bad intentions — now in trunk form.

At first glance, these shorts serve up a stylish, serene wave pattern — the kind of thing you’d wear poolside with confidence or to a beach BBQ with your boss. But peer a little closer, and the tide turns. Somewhere in the dark curves of the swell… things get anatomical. Yes, those waves are dicks. Tastefully arranged, of course.

From a distance: effortlessly cool.

From two feet away: gasps, giggles, and a slow, dawning horror.

For those who like their summer style with a side of secret disgrace.

Looks normal. Isn’t.