What better way to say fuck you to ol’ man winter than with a short sleeved shirt?! These Clowncrack exclusives are 100% cotton – that’s right, homey claus, one-hundred-fucking-percent! – and tagless so assholes won’t be getting all up in your shit and touching the back of your neck and saying, “Oh, here…hang on a minute, your tag…” Keep yo damn hammy hands off my neck, biatch!
So head over to my shop and get ’em while supplies last. They’re a limited run of some of the early classic cartoons and once they’re gone, they’re really gone, daddy-o! Dig it!
Where I live – Stockholm – Dwayne, one doesn’t say «Fuck you !» to Old Man Winter ; Old Man Winter says «Fuck you !» to us, and we just have to suck it up. I suppose things are different in LA, however….
Henri
FucK, fuck fucK! I am crushed that you aren’t letting “us” splash and crash the holiday parties across globe with a choice from the glorious bowels of your epic archive yet to match the party.
Ever since you turned on the open sign with your print sales, I have been waiting with my pick- six that were certain to get me laid at the very least all the way to gaurenteeing me another broken nose, depending on the party.
I stand by ready to fuck and shead my blood to further the pacifist fight while shipping you some coins to add to your billboard canvas piggy bank…
I sure as fuck hope you want to do some billboards?
Maybe you need you one of them damn t-shirt machines? If so Jesus gave me a line of credit last time I let someone break my fucking nose. I think he dug it that I smiled and didn’t even raise my hand.
I will send you an email. If you want to use some of the Jesus credit line get back to me.
Anyhow, thanks for undertaking the ass pain of rolling out the the initial T-shirt run.
In the meantime keep on fucking and bleeding when necessary.
Cheers!!!