F&ck. Cancer. That. Part.

Created on behalf of my friend Amber, who in March 2025 at age 43 was diagnosed with colon cancer.

So lets start with:
F&CK CANCER.....B$%#H

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“That. Part.”

“That. Part.” is how you know Amber agrees with you.

For instance if I say to Amber:

ME: “That cancer bitch did not realize she fucked with the wrong one, and that there is a WE and that WE carry weapons..”
Amber: “…..THAT. PART...”

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Who Amber Is

Anyone who knows Amber knows that she is in no way the type to go down without a fight in a game of dominos more or less cancer...

Amber is the threat in this fight:

• she brought a shank,

• she brought me,

• she brought an army…

• and she also brought distractingly beautiful shoes.

(“That.parttttt.” 👠 – Amber )

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Our Fight

We are not afraid of cancer….
Cancer should be afraid of US….

We did not come here for a cancer fight….
We came here to fight cancer…..

And we fight with prison rules…..

Heaven has ALL dogs, and some of us have already opted out due to allergies and aversion to bitches.

We are in this yard now …..
We brought sharp objects …..

and while we have fun ….
WE. DO. NOT. PLAY.

….cancer picked the wrong fuxking ones.....
That....part...

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Thank You

Thank you for being here, and while every purchase of our fck cancer army merchandise contributes to the strength of Ambers fight and arsenal......

We also hope that it provides power and strength to all the other fighters and their armies…..

• who did not come to fight fair….

• who might be a little unstable….

• who brought weapons…..

• and are not the ones cancer should have fucked with.

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The Find Out Part

That c*nt fucked around...

and now… ladies and gentleman we have...

...the FIND OUT PART.

F.C.T.P.