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TIFU by making the women in my family think they have cameltoes

Disclaimer: this happened some years ago

My family was at my parents house having a summer BBQ. Aunties, uncles, cousins, grandparents. It was a beautiful day and everyone was outside enjoying the sunshine. I was a teenager at the time.

This was the summer the song Cameltoe came out.

A couple of my aunties had heard the song on the radio. It came up as a topic of conversation, and as the only teenager present, they asked me what a cameltoe is.

My grandmother, mom, aunties, and cousins were all looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to share this knowledge with them.

Being a young teenager I was embarrassed, and I panicked. I told everyone that a cameltoe is when your second toe on your foot is longer than your first toe.

The minute I said this everyone looked towards the ground. They all had their feet in the middle of a circle, like the worst game of Hokey Pokey in history.

“I have a cameltoe!” My grandmother. “I have one too!” Auntie #1. “Me too!” Auntie #2.

I realized the full magnitude of my error when, to my horror, every woman in my family proceeded to go one by one and loudly announce whether or not they had a cameltoe. Spoiler: most of them did.

It wasn’t until years later that the truth finally came out.

INFO: a cameltoe is a female frontal wedgie

TLDR: I got my whole family, including my grandmother, to proudly announce they have cameltoes.

Edit: grammar

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