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About Me


About me:
OFFENSIVE T-SHIRTS STICKER TITTY GIRLS COCAINE ENERGY DRINK
A New Fucking Age, Fuckers
Alright, here's the skinny: Foul Mouth Shirts kicks your ass and you love it. Granted, we enjoy kicking your ass just as much as you love getting it kicked, but that's a moot point. We're trying to sell you some fucking shirts, here....but we also wanna make you giggle in sadistic glee.
So, in a profound effort to get you fuckers off...I'm gonna start dancing my stupid little monkey dance for you. I'm gonna write some blogs on our Myspace, and you're gonna love 'em. Seriously. You fucking will.
Or fucking else.
Introductions are in order, I suppose. Sitting across from me is the Guru of Spunk. The Lord of Lewd, and the Master of all he Surveys. He shall only be referred to in such terms, for his name is so sacred and unholy that it's mere utterence will send fresh fucking baby souls to hell with screaming orgasmic corruption. He is the Fucking Foul One. The other guy running around is my heterosexual life-mate. His name will be withheld because of a few pending paternity suits (the ungrateful cunts), but we'll fondly refer to him as Captain Cuntbuster. The rank is for ego, and the cunt-busting is for fun. You might be wondering why we gotta use nicknames. Fuck you, I aint telling. Don't get mad at me and try to poison me, though. That would suck ass.
My name is Cannon. That's it. Nothing fucking special about me, other than the fact that I can spell and I don't go into epileptic seizures when I stare at a computer screen for too long.
The three of us don't really band together to fight crime...or assemble ourselves together to form a 50ft tall robot fucker, or anything. We just make shirts that piss off your girlfriend/boyfriend/boss/mamma/pappa/chosen diety.
Here's what you bastards and bastetes can expect from us here on out:
1) A few fucking blogs about shit I wanna say. Movies, news, my favorite cereal, the fat chick I made passionate fuck to last night, or whatever flavor of chewing gum I'm noshing on at the moment. You'll read it and you'll vibrate with joy. Or you won't. Fuck you.
2) Poor grammer and drunken rants. Cause that's how I roll, and my AA sponser can suckle my brown-eye if he don't like it.
3) Bad-ass t-shirts. It's what we fucking do. I REALLY hope you figured that part out already, cause if you havn't...than I'm really suprised you made it this far into the wide-world of internet culture already. Simply put....if you're a dumb-fuck, don't bother us.
4) A couple of newsletters a month. These little gems are gonna have bad-ass content. I dunno what it'll be yet, but...trust me...it'll be bad-ass. I am SO fucking organized, it blows my mind. Go to www.foulmouthshirts.com right now and subscibe to the newsletter, though, cause it'll have a discounted shirt special that you cheap fuckers out there are gonna wanna take advantage of.
5) We're gonna wave the flag of Free-Fuckin'-Speech whenever we can. It's the God-blessed fuckin' American right that let's us do what we do, and we aint gonna stand for anybody stepping on the toes of anyone who wants to say what they want when they want to say it. Fuck the media. Fuck you.
BONUS! If I get my way, the Captain and I are going to get an audio podcast going soonish. Maybe even video, so you drunk bitches can get all wet while you watch me and the Captain stare at a camera, stutter, and urinate ourselves. It'll be great. Good thing I lost the last bit of my pride during my crack-cocaine-fueled gay-porn stint.
Introductions are over, bitches. Return your seats to their previously upright possitions and quit blowing yourselves, 'cause I'm done. Subscribe to the blog. Subscribe to the newsletter. Fuck yourselves. - Cannon
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:


Heroes:



Andrew Dice Clay and His Foul Fucking Mouth, Sam (If You Can't Speak English How The Fuck Did You Get This Job) Kinison, Denis 'Fucking' Leary, Trey Stone & Matt Parker (America Fuck Yeah), Troma, The Guy Who Threw The Cup At Ron Artest, Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, The Guy Who Squirted Water In Tom Cruise's face, Rob Zombie
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Founded in April 2002, in a garage (We out grew it out long ago and are now in our own building; unlike a lot of shitty fly-by-night .. T-shirt operations that are operated out of their tiny, roach infested apartment), Foul Mouth Shirts has grown rapidly to become one of the largest and most fucking offensive t-shirt companies in the world today.Our statistics show that we've experienced at least 100% growth each year since our inception. We have shipped Tens of thousands of shirts everywhere in the fucking world including Antarctica (seriously, there's a military base there). Our shirts can be seen on some of our soldiers while they gun down Iraqis, or on a porno star during her DV/DA scene. They brag about someone being thrown off a plane while wearing one of their shirts, well fuck them, someone was cained ruthlessly in Singapore for wearing one of ours.
With the advent of our wholesale program, our shirts can now be found in better retail stores and shops all over the world including Canada, Guam, Seattle, Los Angeles, New York City, Atlanta, Australia, Norway, As well as ALL OVER THE U.S.!
Our shirts have been featured in all kinds of Media: Movies, including XXX Movies (this makes us the most proud), on MTV, in Rap Videos, Head Magazine, Time Out Chicago, Countless newspapers, and even Rolling Stone!
We pride ourselves on pissing mother fuckers (and father fuckers) off. Either with our web site or by having rude fuckers wearing our t-shirts to their local mall. We ran into one guy at The Beale Street Music Festival in Memphis wearing one of our shirts in a drunken stupor carrying a blow up doll.
We were so fucking proud! Although to those dumb assholes who actually wear our religious shirts to church, thanks a fucking lot for getting the Southern Baptist Mafia on our ass. They won't stop calling, protesting in front of our door, throwing un baptized babies at our employees, and sending martyrs to our shop to shed their blood in the name of the lord. Seriously, We're tired of having to clean martyr blood off of our newly delivered UPS packages.

My Blog

A Legend Passes...Fuck Me, That Sucks.

There's absolutely no-fucking-way I could ever put into words how much this dude has affected my life and my way of thinking. He was brilliant motherfucker and he'll always be remembered as someone wh...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:20:00 PST

Menstrual Blood Fucking Sucks.

Well, just so that everyone is up-to-fuckin' date: my ball feels fine, thank you. No loss of work, or anything. I'm a fuckin' trooper. On to the other topics. I fucking hate the female menstrual cycl...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 02:06:00 PST

OW! My Balls!

Fuck you, you fucking FUCKS! My balls are fucking killing me, and there's not a goddamn thing I can fucking do about it. Okay, I should be fair. It's not my ballSSSS. It's my ball. My left ball, to be...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:16:00 PST

S is for Summer and B is for BIKE RALLY, Motherfuckers!

All fuckin' right, fuck-fans! Summer is upon us with all of her steamy fury, and we've got to give the old bitch a full-length of dick to keep her at bay. I'm not really at all sure how one would fuck...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:24:00 PST

Sticker Titty Madness and Other News, Fuckshits!

Oh fuck...YES! Sticker titty madness is finally drawing to a head, fuck-fans, and it's time for the race to begin! All of the hot-ass bitches who've entered are lined up at the starting gate and are r...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 03:20:00 PST

Pierced Nipples and the Fucking Ren Fair

Hey! I got a great fuckin' idea! Let's get our fucking nipples pierced and then walk around for six hours the next day in 80% humidity and 90 degree heat! Fucking brilliant! I'm a god-damned genius. I...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Tue, 27 May 2008 02:58:00 PST

Quitting is for Fucking Quitters...

So, first thing is fucking first. I know there was a big fuckin' hoopla about the blog that was written two weeks ago about some shit that happened at the Beale Street Music festival. It was a certain...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:02:00 PST

Words From a Foul Mouth Fuck

Here's a few words from one of our main fuckers, Saikotic :"You know what I hate most about life? Scratch that... you know what I hate most about existence? People. I smartly surmised years ago in a p...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Wed, 14 May 2008 12:50:00 PST

I’m reluctent to tell you everything that happened... so here’s some of it

Spring here at the shop is a crazy time of year.  First there is the crazy fucking antics of founders The Foul One and Cuntbuster and their goddamn shocking package that will knock...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:58:00 PST

Foul Mouth On Beale Street!

Well, motherfuckers, the trip to Beale Street went absolutely as planned. It fucking kicked ass and we all got so drunk that we could hardly function on Sunday. That's what two days of straight drinki...
Posted by FoulMouthShirts.com on Mon, 05 May 2008 02:36:00 PST