No joke these pants will kill your next conference meeting. Just wait until Susan in HR has to peel her jaw off the breakroom counter. So what if you stole her Greek yogurt parfait. She’ll be scared to death to say anything to you about it. Your boss may even want to trade pants with you on the spot for a promotion. Before you take their offer, doublecheck if you wore underpants. These murderchinos also have a nice stretch so even if you have thunderthighs like myself, you won’t be tearing them apart at the crotchseams. Some of the liquid death skull has some loose stitches but big whoop wanna fight about it? These were a special limited release from Liquid Death about a year and I paid $80 + eternal damnation for them (eternal damnation optional) but you can have them for a price that makes me want to put my head under a bus tire.