There Goes My Last Flying F**K

You ever hit that point where you just can’t pretend to care anymore? Yeah, that’s this shirt. It’s a skeleton literally watching its last flying f**k flap off into the night like a bat. Halloween? Sure. Monday morning at work? Even better.

We’ve all been there — the boss is yammering, your kids are screaming, somebody’s trying to tell you about their gluten-free dog food… and in your head you’re like, “Yep, there it goes. The last flying f**k I had.”

🧵 Made with soft cotton so at least you’ll be comfy while you disappoint everyone.

🎨 Bold print — because sarcasm deserves legibility.

😏 Great for parties, awkward family dinners, or whenever you need to broadcast that your give-a-damn account is officially closed.

It’s rude, it’s offensive, and it’s the most accurate representation of your mood since coffee stopped working. Wear it proud — because let’s face it, you don’t have a flying f**k left anyway.