Four words. Four food groups. Zero nutritional value.
EAT SHIT AND DIE is what happens when your inner monologue gets hungry, steals a pair of scissors, and makes a ransom note out of the fast-food graveyard of your childhood.
It’s loud, colorful, deeply inappropriate—and somehow still less offensive than paying $14 for a fucking combo meal.
Wear it through the drive-thru. Wear it to Thanksgiving. Wear it anywhere people keep telling you to “choose kindness” while actively testing the return policy on your sanity.
This shirt doesn’t start conversations. It ends them.
Four words. Four food groups. Zero nutritional value.
EAT SHIT AND DIE is what happens when your inner monologue gets hungry, steals a pair of scissors, and makes a ransom note out of the fast-food graveyard of your childhood.
It’s loud, colorful, deeply inappropriate—and somehow still less offensive than paying $14 for a fucking combo meal.
Wear it through the drive-thru. Wear it to Thanksgiving. Wear it anywhere people keep telling you to “choose kindness” while actively testing the return policy on your sanity.
This shirt doesn’t start conversations. It ends them.
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