This company is still in business. Though not selling kicking jeans anymore.

I'm suddenly hearing Hall and Oates songs in my head....

Nice fly, Sailor.

They look like it would take you a mere fifteen minutes to get your fly open to pee.

EVEN BETTER ADVERT. all things are better with a little chuck.

http://www.denimology.com/2006/09/chuck_…

apparently, they also work rather well for getting kicked.

if this isn't already up at the Tin Hat, it will be shortly.

EXCLUSIVE GUSSET!

Cool!

Now where did I put my bottle of Hi-Karate After Shave?

HI-YA-LARIOUS!

Is that a young Ron Swanson on the left?

You might be interested to learn that Fnarf received his Ph. D. in Fashion Design from the Gloria Vanderbilt Academy in 1973.

Phasion Design.

Boy, does this take me back.

I had me a pair of kickin' jeans--or something very much like them(and, yes, unlacing the pants to take a pee was a bit of a chore). I once also had a white-boy fro, like the model at lower left. Alas, I never had the facial hair to do his 'stache.

I'm going home to crank up the old eight-track and listen to some Sonny and Cher.

Oh YEAH! 70's-80's era Black Belt magazine was such a treasure trove of goofy products, gimmicks, and terrible advice (still is as far as bad advice). There was the "Lace Razor (something like that) - this serrated metal thing you laced up in your sneakers so when you kicked a dude it cut. Nobody mentioned that there was a good chance you'd shatter your metatarsals.

Super Fly! God, I'm fucking old.

@13, it was nineteen seventy-ONE, you feckless aberrant.

@18, noted and apologies for the error, you impossibly self-deluded pedant.

@19, drives you stark staring mad, doesn't it?

Aww boys, don't fight. Save your scorn for WiS.

You might be interested to know that Jubilation T. Cornball was once a prolific and humorous commenter on Slog, until one day, while bending over to suck the limp dick of a toothless old alcoholic in the men's room of a tacky gay bar, he slipped in a pool of santorum and hit his head on the toilet, resulting in a large amount of blood loss. He disappeared from Slog for a while, and then recently came back, apparently brain damaged, obsessed with Fnarf, and incapable of making anything other than repetitive, tedious and definitively un-humorous comments. We miss you, Jubie.