That's not a mood, it's our current stock level. Whether you've got none left to give or you're just here to rent one for the night, this is the emptiest warehouse on the playa — and we're proud of it.
◆ Inventory update Correction: two are now accounted for. We supplied neither. See the sightings →
For eight years this catalog was entirely out of stock. That is no longer strictly true, though we can't take credit for it — the public restocked us without being asked.
Our most popular listing by a wide margin. Comes standard, requires no assembly, and somehow still manages to sell out.
Slightly given, mostly withdrawn at the last second. Some visible wear from being almost offered, twice.
A collector's item, long considered mythical by staff. Status upgraded from "rumored" after a vintage unit surfaced on an electronics bench, weathered and unaccounted for.
For events requiring industrial-scale not caring. Ships on a truck we also don't have. See: entire rest of this site.
Break glass in case you desperately need to locate a fuck to give and cannot. Update: after eight years of zero inventory, we have exactly one. Hand-cut, externally sourced, currently in circulation.
Previously issued, immediately regretted, mailed straight back. We didn't restock it. We just left it by the door.
For eight years this company had nothing to report. Within minutes of publishing that fact, the reports started coming in. Two units are now accounted for. Neither of them came from us.
◆ Verified Authentic
"We heard the devastating news that there are zero fucks left to give. We couldn't stand by and watch this crisis unfold. So we have taken matters into our hands and dispatched an emergency fuck to you. Use it wisely. Pass it around when necessary."
◆ Vintage — Recovered
"I just realized I've been in possession of one of these vintage wood fucks for quite some time."
Every fuck that makes it into the wild gets logged here. This ledger currently has one entry. We expect that to change.
Already requested one? Enter any tracking number below. We'll tell you exactly where it is.
"I ordered a fuck to give and received absolutely nothing. Exactly as advertised. Would order again."
"Customer service told me my fuck was 'somewhere on the playa, probably.' Honestly refreshing honesty."
"Docked one star because I still, somehow, have several fucks left to give. Not their fault. Mine."
We did, for eight years, confirmed by independent third-party audit — a guy named Steve who counted twice, just to be sure. Then someone mailed us one. Steve has recounted. It's one.
Check your workbench. Dispatch 002 spent years on a function generator before its owner realized it was inventory. If you find one, report it and it gets a number in the ledger.
Apparently yes, and we can't stop you — someone already did it without asking. Anything that arrives gets logged, numbered, and added to the chain of custody above.
Yes. We'll add it right back to the pile of zero. No restocking fee, mostly because there's nothing to restock.
Same company, different department. Fewer trucks over there, fewer fucks over here — we specialize in scarcity.
That's exactly what the Emergency Fuck listing is for, and for the first time in company history it is not empty. The standing directive from the sender is to pass it around when necessary, so find us and make your case.