Muirchertach

Two tokes too deep and suddenly it all made sense—then none of it did.

A stoner’s love letter—equal parts sweet, slow, and totally baked.

This bread’s not broken—it’s just mentally toasted.

Because even bras deserve a voice—and a break.

This queen bee came to slay—and sting with style.

When the heat’s on, this bottle slips right out.

Safe, strange, and sealed for freshness. Let your inner alien stay quarantined in style.

Confidence? Nah, just full-blown panic. This anxious pufferfish understands.

Some people have a morning routine. You’ve got emotional whiplash.

Mornings? No. Afternoons? Still no. Being a functioning person? Not today, Satan.