That 70s Show: Nuts for Nuts
Last weekend, I bought a new pair of running shorts from American Apparel. When I realized how high cut they were, I was nearly delirious — they haven’t made them this obscene since the 70s. Even as kid, I had a hankering for ball-sack drooping short shorts. I know – it’s nuts!
But it’s not just that a stylistic preference, I’m also a notorious trade-peeper; shorts have been an irresistable source of parting glances since I was knee-high to a teabag. Gimme denim or gimme terrycloth, just give me something that offers the promise of a stray testicle or a brief-free cock.
They don’t make ’em like they used to, though, so I took I had to dig into the COLT photo archive for some real inspiration. Thank god. A few clicks and I discovered all the gym teachers I never had.
Kevin Ritchie does a great job of showing off my teen dreams!
Ledermeister is one of my all-time favorites of the old COLT perverts.