Product Description
Yo man, where's my bic? I just handed it to you.. Bruh, you've got to be kidding me!! Somewhere deep within Gringott's vaults, trillions of half-filled lighters glisten like a secret ocean of wild fire. In spite of harnessing the power of the stars or landing on a handful of lunar masses, man can't seem to hold onto their bloody lighters.
That ends right here, right now. Forego those bics-in-box and bump and grind on down to happyville by slipping your bic into this ultra sexy sleeve that demurely screeches, "Damn yee who reliquishes thy covetous kung-fu grip! Ground and pound thy bic into submission by laying on some heavy shiatzu. Curtail all unauthorized bic travel itineraries and slide your idle digits into its sweet surrender. It's time to knuckle up knuckleheads.
Select your material, customize your text and fondle your bic from package to graveyard and just imagine parting with your lighter because, well, it was empty!! Welcome to the new age
