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Don’t look now, but a disturbing class of male has infiltrated the bars and nightclubs of Minneapolis. They stalk the sidewalks of Uptown and downtown, bedecked and bedazzled in $60 T-shirts and $200 jeans. They flick Visas at bartenders in exchange for endless Vodka Red Bulls. They preen their gelled fauxhawks in bathroom mirrors, and they hit on chicks who may or may not be pleased with their brand of sleaze. Can’t put your finger on what’s wrong with that dude at the bar? Duh — the guy might be a douchebag.

At popular bars like Drink and Bar 508 and in dance clubs like Aqua, they seem to turn up in droves. These creatures from the Abercrombie cologne lagoon thrive on campus just as easily, subsisting on $1.50 Long Islands and the blood of eager freshmen, and howling “Don’t Stop Believing” on karaoke night in Dinkytown.

Luckily, some Minnesotans have grasped the humor of this situation. One anonymous rabble-rouser has set up a spoof Twitter account for the fictional “PePeLeDouche,” aka Anthony Thompson of Chaska, whose tweets include such gems as, “I’m spraying on my new Axe cologne. … One more spray!! Did it in my armpits too. … It’s gonna be hotties at Hooters MOA!!” And the North Loop bar Clubhouse Jäger plans to host its own Hot Chicks With Douchebags-themed dance night on Aug. 22.

Rumor has it that the bar with the highest concentration of douchery is three-month-old Cowboy Slim’s in Uptown (”Cowboy Slim’s has cheap drinks, horrible music and dumb girls — three things every douchebag loves,” says Fox). After a 10-minute wait in line, we’re granted entry to the bar, which is blasting Big & Rich’s “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” to the delight of its patrons, a heavy concentration of men in tacky Affliction T-shirts and über-tan girls in skirts shorter than mine. The men are beefy and stuffed into bright polos, and everyone looks totally wasted.

Like magpies, we zero in on the young and the rhinestoned until we hit our male target. I’ve never seen a shirt glitter like this guy’s. The entire back is studded with glitter, as though the constellations have assembled on his back. He and his new bride are happy to chat. When we compliment him on his shirt, he smiles. “I got it in Vegas,” he informs us, running a hand through his gel-laden hair. Surprise, surprise. “I wanted to get something that nobody else in Minnesota would have.” Mission accomplished!