Greeting card I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again

Greeting card I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again

$9.90

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Size : 4″×6″

4″×6″ 4″×6″
5″×7″ 5″×7″
5.83″×8.27″ 5.83″×8.27″

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Description

Greet someone with a wild, laugh-out-loud shock using this outrageous greeting card—straight from the absurd chaos of life! Scan the QR code to hear "I Glued My Balls to My Butthole Again", a hilariously bizarre tune that dives into the most ridiculous mishaps with cheeky abandon. One quick smartphone scan unleashes a grin-inducing, jaw-dropping clip—perfect for surprising friends, family, or coworkers with an unforgettable hello. Ideal for adding a bold, absurdly funny kick to any greeting, making your message unforgettable and their day hilariously brighter!

Material: 14.77 oz/yd² (350 g/m²) paperboard
Sizes: Small: 4″ × 6″ (101 × 152 mm)
Medium: 5″ × 7″ (127 × 178 mm)
Large: 5.83″ × 8.27″ (148 × 210 mm)
Product weight: Small: 0.39 oz (11 g)
Medium: 0.6 oz (17 g)
Large: 0.85 oz (24 g)
Toner-based printing
Comes with a complimentary envelope

Shipping Information

Orders are prepared for shipping within 1-3 business days. Once shipped, standard ground delivery typically takes 2-5 business days. Most orders arrive within 8 business days from the purchase date.

Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the USA 🇺🇸 for US/Canada/Mexico orders

Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the EU 🇪🇺 for EU orders

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This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!

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QR song demo video

Scan the QR code and cue "I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again", a howling ode to DIY disasters: our hero’s stuck in a sticky mess, balls barricading his butt like a scrotal cork. It’s a punk-rock plight: he’s yanking, stretching his sac to yard-long glory, cursing glue with “Oh my God!” shrieks. Picture his lady dumping him as he saws at his junk with a butter knife, face-down, ass-up, in a comedic cry for mercy. The song’s a twisted anthem of regret: fool me twice, blame the adhesive, not the idiot. A gut-busting ballad so wild, it’s like a fart joke and a tragedy had a baby. Scan it and wince!