Hardcover notebook I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again black QR song

Hardcover notebook I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again black QR song

Hardcover notebook I Glued My Balls To My Butthole Again black QR song

$26.90

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Whether crafting a masterpiece or brainstorming the next big idea, this notebook will inspire your inner wordsmith. The product features 80 lined, cream-colored pages, a built-in elastic closure, and a matching ribbon page marker. Plus, the expandable inner pocket is perfect for storing loose notes and business cards, so you’ll never lose track of important information.

Cover material: UltraHyde hardcover paper
Size: 5.5" × 8.5" (13.97 cm × 21.59 cm)
Weight: 10.9 oz (309 g)
80 pages of lined, cream-colored paper
Matching elastic closure and ribbon marker
Expandable inner pocket

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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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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!