There's a regular stall in my weird provincial Kentish town that sells wooden signs that aspire for the hemp string and driftwood bon mot vibe but misses by a mile. They're branded into bits of cheap plywood and say stuff like "Grumpy Old Cunt" and "That's nice... now, fuck off". They also do less overtly offensive ones that say shot like "gin O'Clock" or "Grandpa's shed" but the real cunty ones do catch the eye.
I like a tote. Like totes like a tote.
There's a regular stall in my weird provincial Kentish town that sells wooden signs that aspire for the hemp string and driftwood bon mot vibe but misses by a mile. They're branded into bits of cheap plywood and say stuff like "Grumpy Old Cunt" and "That's nice... now, fuck off". They also do less overtly offensive ones that say shot like "gin O'Clock" or "Grandpa's shed" but the real cunty ones do catch the eye.