Getting free shit is so much fucking fun! The Boys open up their mailbag to see what bizarre and crazy gifts you fans have sent in!
What’s in the Bag today? Dirty ol’ Newfie swish, a double whammy of Kiss kitty tees, Muscle Rocks and dope shirts…. but all Mike wants is some fucking chocolate!
Got a little somethin’ for the Boys? Send it to:
Attn: Mailbag
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Burnside
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This week on Mailbag: The three drunk-ass bitches get more wedding invites, Ricky gets a bookle, and a liquor bird swoops in with a diaper-licious alligator snack! Also: Don’t stop believin’ – good advice and inspiration from JP!
Alright fuckers, it’s time to party! JP’s got a borntday box full of party poppers and treats, but can he smash a piñata with his bare muscles? Also: the best fuckin’ chips in the world, and a plushy Spenny! Or is it Kenny?
Fuck Mailbag, the Boys are off to the park for a picnic with their dope new coolers! Plus Muscle Mix, bags o’ jerky, and a gift for the SwearNet IT Nerd!
Pat joins Robb and Mike in the Bag! There’s a bunch of wedding invites (and free booze?!), a borntday package for Robb, and a fucking BBQ tragedy! Plus: Something is scrump-dilly in the state of Denmark…
Got something greasy (and hopefully not explodey) for the Boys? Send it to:
Attn: Mailbag
Swearnet.com Incorporated
PO Box 38072
Burnside
Dartmouth
NS B3B 1X2
CANADA
On today’s sexy Mailbag: The Boys pillage Pat’s presents, get a happy package for the Muscle Diva, and a box of sweet, sweet liquor! Plus a bunch of fucking garbage bags!
Pat gets a bunch of gifts today, and he’s not even fucking there! But the Boys don’t leave the Bag empty handed – there’s Iron Maiden goodies, the best chips ever, and a decent space shirt for Bubbles! Plus: Mike Smith, Stylophone virtuoso!
Got somethin’ greasy for the Boys? Send your parcels to:
Attn: Mailbag
Swearnet.com Incorporated
PO Box 38072
Burnside
Dartmouth
NS B3B 1X2
CANADA
PLEASE NOTE: If sending from outside of Canada, please mark as ‘GIFT’ because we can’t keep paying import duty and all that Customs shit. FIFTY FUCKIN’ DOLLARS?!!
What are we doin’ to these people out there??! The Boys get some truly fucked-up Mailbag packages today: Robb accidentally hails Satan, there’s a new Conky, and the Boys get into some real kinky shit!
Is this the greatest fucking Mailbag ever? There’s a treat from Turkey, an update on Pat and JP’s stormy relationship, socks with a stinky secret, and a bonanza of THC goodies for Pat’s holes!
Pat’s in the bag today, along with a gruff as fuck JP! There’s a gift for Big Daddy, three twennies for Mike, and squeezy cheesy tits for JP! Also: Mike’s new favourite drawing of Bubbles (or is it Elton John?!)
