This shirt ain’t for the bootlickers. It’s for the burnt-out, underpaid, and flat-out fed up. A mangy, spiral-eyed fox squats dead center on a crusty wagon roof, mid-defilement—because that’s exactly how much respect we’ve got left. Zero. None. Nada.
Fueled by rot, driven to piss on expectations.
*Each one is made just for you when you order. No warehouses, No waste. Just raw, on-demand gear for the ones who don't follow the pack. Thanks for keeping it thoughtful- and Rotten.*
