This. Is not my fault. It's just not. My friend, Heather, is egging me on. She is. So it's her fault. She's been giving me all KINDS of ideas. Can I help it if I have to make them reality? I just have to!
So. I give you the latest t-shirt - CrapCorn Balls!
What do you think of the design? Stellar, no? And that tag line? That's all me and my creative genius. What's not to love about my line of crappy t-shirts? The Crap Taco is here. The Crap on a Stick, here! Aren't they awesome?
Again, I say, it's all Heather's fault. Right, Heather?
Until I write again ...
Heather is very naughty.
Oh that is funny yet oh so bad...LOL
naughty, yet funny!
[hangs head in shame]
If you are looking for more ideas, please contact my seven year old and his friends. They'll set you up, as soon as they stop giggling at their own farts.
This is just so gross.
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