Dickers™️ exist because someone had to make them.
That someone is us. You're welcome.
Here's the thing about dick stickers — and yes, that's what Dickers are, we're not going to dance around it — nobody will print them. Print shops get weird about it. Upload a dick to most custom sticker sites and you'll get a very polite email explaining their content policy. Canva will flag you. Your local Staples will not make eye contact with you again.
Hustle City Clothing is not your local Staples.
Dickers™️ come two ways. You send us a dick — yours, a friend's, a very memorable stranger's — and we turn it into a custom sticker. Immortalized. Die-cut vinyl. Ready to be placed somewhere it absolutely should not be. Or, if you're more of a browse-and-buy person, we've got pre-made packs. Curated Dickers. A greatest hits collection, if you will.
People have already bought these. Real people. Multiple of them. They know who they are.
The use cases are endless and we're not going to list them because you already thought of twelve.
Dickers™️. Thoughtfully Inappropriate, obviously.
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