Support this deck, and the work of it’s crazy artist, by donating 5 doll hairs to the cause. A fart in your general direction will be administered at this reward tier level. Namfukste.
Step right up and see what the Devil’s Uno has to say for you today! $10 get’s you a reading from Natalie and a kiss from Satan. And because she is so gassy, Natalie is throwing in a fart in your general direction at this reward tier as well! Keep breathin’ and peein’!
All 78 cards of ridiculousness will be in your adorable hands when you back at this level. Yeah, they’re so soft too. *winks* Your mother did not raise you to delight in such debauchery, and that is why you MUST have demz! At this reward tier level I’ll send the fart in the general direction of any poor soul of your choosing. But I won’t eat Taco Hell first. That’s black magic.
This is where you get your grimy little hands on your deck, but you’re also going to need to make the year of another disgusting person in your life. This is just the deck to make your psychotic bestie squeal so loud the roaches drop dead. Let someone know you truly understand them with a deck full of comics entirely about dicks and bishes. As far as the farts go, I’m demanding you fart on each other. Hot, right?
$20 shipping to anywhere in the world! MAHAHAHAHAHAA!
Super freak be like, “Ima forge an autograph on 6 of these mufukaz and sell ‘em for $60 a pop.” Dayum, that would be seriously gangster. You gotta distribute your own farts at the level though. Hahahaaaaa you ARE a freak. I love et.
This tier was created for one specific sugar daddy, but all sugar daddies and mommies are appreciated. These decks will come mailed from me personally, and signed! I’ll even rub my bewbies on dem deckz. **jumps and squeals like a sugar baby bimbo.** I’M NOT BLUSHING. YOU’RE BLUSHING!
Share the joy of the Devil’s Uno with a fellow Tarot hoe! Save $7.50 per deck with this early bird special. Need to gift more than one frand? Grab the 6 pack tier, also $7.50 off per deck. Spread Mood decks, not Chlamydia! JFC, his dad, and his dad’s creepy ghost friend agree. Keep breathin’ and peein’. Namfukste.