Tight Clothes, The Conspiracy

The Camel Toe, a long-heralded staple of the loose bitch with no real friends (or else someone might have told her) has, of late, become the calling card of the metrosexual hip-hop-styled male. The Man Camel Toe, not to be confused with its awkward but lovely female counterpart, is the new Borg.

When it first appeared I, like most mature punny bullies, ignored it, assuming it would quickly go the way of Turbo Graphix 16 and spinning hub caps but, of late, people whom I thought immune have been assimilated.

This epidemic does not discriminate. Nothing is more disturbing than seeing your 36-year-old homeboy with 3 kids (that he claims), and 2 felonies, show up at your crib with clothes so tight you'd swear they were Bugle Boy.

Please, all who value a high sperm count, be diligent. Be on the lookout for tight-clothes-wearing brothers in your crew as well as at your workspace. Though you may have known them for years, contact with these people should be avoided lest you become infected. NO ONE with a man pantie line SHOULD BE TRUSTED.

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