There used to be fucks.

You had a few tucked away for work emergencies, family drama, other people's opinions, and situations that technically deserved your concern.

Unfortunately, inventory has reached zero.

Oh look. My last fuck just flew the coop.

This one is for anyone who has officially exceeded their daily allowance of bullshit and will no longer be pretending otherwise. The patience is gone. The concern has departed. Whatever happens next will have to proceed without your emotional participation.

Perfect for workdays that have gone completely off the rails, family gatherings that should have ended two hours ago, errands involving the general public, or simply reaching that glorious stage of life when you realize not every problem deserves to become your problem.

It also makes a funny gift for sarcastic friends, coworkers, moms, sisters, chicken keepers, and anyone who has finally mastered the deeply underrated art of not giving a fuck.

You cared.

You tried.

Then the last one flew the damn coop.