Even from this side view, you can imagine what a target the sun makes on his back. It says, “Check out Mr. Snazzy.” No bully would dare shove him in a locker.
Today’s designers could never compete with Wally’s smooth graphic Spirograph shirt of yore. So they resort to comedy.
Look! It’s a cat inside an Aztec sun, shooting lasers out of its eyes, which makes it Caturday. What? Maybe you have to be stoned to get it.
Or they abandon the Aztec sun to reflect something vaguely spiritual and Native American, like this sun/moon/horn/dreamcatcher tee on a trendily-tatted twentysomething. Now we know where she stores her rubberbands.
Wait, those are bracelets.
Now these boxers are pretty cute. I have to hand it to them. Cartoon suns keep it light.
Just remember–boxers are temporary: tattoos are forever. Even the tattoo seems steamed about it.
I Don't Get It 
I think that the poor kid with the loud shirt in your top picture would be constantly wedgied and stuffed in a locker. As for the rest of the models I have nothing to say. Bless their hearts.
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Yes, he probably would. 😦
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Your second post has run away. It can’t be found. Why it is so angry it just wants to be left alone.
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It got deleted LOL.
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Why do youngsters change what is instead of creating new?
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