Shove Your Job Up Your Ass Cotton Tee

$29.90

Tax included.

Description

Rock this cotton T-shirt at the office and flip the bird to your soul-sucking job as you shout your exit! Let your boss scan the QR code and play "Shove Your Job Up Your Ass", where ‘get fucked, shove it up your ass’ blasts over endless senseless tasks, screaming ‘I’m done at last!’ as you break loose. Soft, breathable cotton blares ‘Take your deadlines and crash!’—Get 'em scan it, crank it up, hit play, and wear your resignation like a punk-rock trophy!

The 100% cotton unisex classic tee will help you land a more structured look. It sits nicely, maintains sharp lines around the edges, and goes perfectly with layered streetwear outfits. Plus, it's extra trendy now!

100% cotton
Fabric weight: 5.0–5.3 oz/yd² (170-180 g/m²)
Open-end yarn
Tubular fabric
Taped neck and shoulders
Double seam at sleeves and bottom hem
Blank product sourced from Honduras, Nicaragua, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Bangladesh, Mexico

Shipping Information

Orders are prepared for shipping within 1-3 business days. Once shipped, standard ground delivery typically takes 2-5 business days. Most orders arrive within 8 business days from the purchase date.

Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the USA 🇺🇸 for US/Canada/Mexico orders

Proudly designed, printed, & shipped in the EU 🇪🇺 for EU orders

Print on Demand

This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!

QR song demo video

A real tune to quit your job to! Scan the QR code and cue this glorious quitters’ anthem: our hero storms in at nine, already checked out, and belts “Get fucked!” to his boss’s face. It’s a punky pink slip: he’s done with pointless tasks, crooning “Shove your rules up your ass” like it’s a mic-drop manifesto. Picture him flipping desks as HR faints in the background. The chorus is a gleeful goodbye with zero chill and all spite. A raging resignation so raw, it’s like he mailed his two weeks’ notice in a flaming bag. Scan it, crank up the volume, hit play and strut!