Think of this as the sticker version of a sketchy gas station burrito: you don’t know what’s inside, but you’re sure as hell gonna remember it.
For one measly dollar, we’ll toss in a random Stickerheads misfit straight from the our vault—could be rude, or crude, or just plain offensive.
No requests. No refunds. No whining. It’s a gamble, but hey, so is your love life.
