Ever wondered what happens when your Wi-Fi dies and your subconscious takes the wheel? These trunks are that. A pastel hellscape of tech, cheese, bones, and broken dreams — all tangled in cables like a crime scene at a startup.

Yes, that’s a ribcage. Yes, that’s a calculator. Wait.. is that a teapot?  Anyway, we do know this: these shorts slap.

Perfect for poolside existentialism, awkward small talk, or reminding the world that you contain multitudes — mostly digital debris and questionable snacks.