Picture it. The Boca Raton Hotel and Spa. You just lathered your body with shea butter coconut oil and you're putting out the vibes. I'm talking nude Bob Marley on a hammock in Jaimaca vibes broda man. A pretty lil lady walks up to you and sees your black tiger swim trunks in all their glory. She says nothing, flicks her martini umbrella at your man chest. You wink, she growls, you make sweet whoopie until daybreak.
While this story may be hypothetical, it's a lot more likely to happen in these tiger print swim trunks, and it is for that reason and that reason only we named these bad boys The Boca Ra-tigers.