I told you people I buy my own crap for quality control purposes.
Maybe you will believe me when I tell you something next time.
The shitty iPhone picture doesn't do these bumper stickers justice.
They are slicker than snot on a brass door knob and will most definitely bring joy to the huddled masses who are yearning to talk some subversive smack.
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Cursing and foul language is fine...even encouraged here. In fact, I think cussing is fucking wonderful.
Just remember...this is MY house, and I will not be insulted or maliciously messed with here.
Good-natured ribbing is cool, but if you and I don't have some kind of previous relationship, you had best mind your fucking manners or I will relegate you to the intardnets dustbin for being a cunt.
To know me is to love me.
Or something.
Maybe.