Ain’t That a Kick in the Cunt QR T-Shirt

$29.90

Tax included.

Description

Rock a riot of ridiculousness with this QR code T-shirt from Ain’t That a Kick in the Cunt! Scan it to unleash a troll-tastic meltdown set to the anthem ‘Ain’t that a kick-kick-kick in the cunt?’—watch a wacky montage of spilled coffee scorching tits, neighbors flashing dicks (gross!), and clumsy trash-trip gash-smashing, all while the singer goes fu-fu-fu-fucking nuts with a Wop-bop-a-loo-bop! It’s a kick-in-the-cunt comedy so absurd, you’ll cackle at the misery—every fucking day is a huge mistake! Soft, bold, and made in the USA, this tee ships fast to turn your wardrobe into a laugh-out-loud disaster zone—wear it and take the kicks with a grin!

The 100% cotton unisex classic tee will help you land a more structured look. It sits nicely, maintains sharp lines around the edges, and goes perfectly with layered streetwear outfits. Plus, it's extra trendy now!

100% cotton
Dark Heather is 50% cotton, 50% polyester
Fabric weight: 5.0–5.3 oz/yd² (170-180 g/m²)
Open-end yarn
Tubular fabric
Taped neck and shoulders
Double seam at sleeves and bottom hem
Blank product sourced from Honduras, Nicaragua, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Bangladesh, Mexico

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

Print on Demand

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!

QR song demo video

Scan the QR code and showcase a tantrum video song where every day’s a slapstick shitshow—coffee spills on tits, neighbor flashes dick, and trash trips smash your gash. The chorus, a stuttering “kick-kick-kick in the cunt,” screams pure chaos, while “Wop-bop-a-loo-bop, Wop-bam-bunt” throws in a retro curveball. It’s a profanity-fueled earworm for anyone who’s ever cursed waking up, set to a beat that’s half mosh pit, half meltdown. Absurd, addictive, and proudly crass!