What the fuck?

You're looking at the first Whimsical Diss ever made.

Special thanks to my mom, for thinking I needed a crafting machine in order to be better at preserving memories and inviting people to shit. Talk about your all-time backfire.

The woman makes an elaborate and intricate hand-made card for just about any occasion.

The same delight that those beautiful creations evoke can now be accompanied by a double-take and a sense of self-doubt. If you're like me, and you think people should probably take themselves less seriously, and also you are wildly amused by liberal use of four-letter words, then Whimsical Diss is for you.

And if you aren't like me, what the fuck are you doing here?