Shameful as it is to admit, even the Hipster Hunter has done some fraternizing with a whorepster after a night of hipster hunting.  Tight pants can sometimes compliment the greatest achievement ever made by this designer I met at the $1 PBR happy hour named God.  After I bought the forth round, God created a hard-bodied whorepster for me to take into the photo booth.  Then God taught me a simple formula:

tight pants + manual clitoral stimulation = broken wrist