When that movie Borat came out, people got a hearty chuckle of the faux Kazak documentarian on the beach in his fluorescent green one piece bathing suit. The stretchy, strappy apparatus started out like suspenders that hooked over his arms but then continued down his chest to meet with a Speedo-like bottom half cradling his boy bits with all the intensity of a mother protecting her newborn babe.
Oh, man, how the world laughed!
Well, everybody except this guy. This guy cringed, slid down in his theater seat, and remembered earning 50 bucks one hungry afternoon in 1977.