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Sarcasm, Served Daily
Sarcasm, Served Daily
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Meet Veronica Viper — the bone-clad queen of cutting comebacks and patron saint of the working stiff’s last shred of sanity. She stands hips cocked and grin locked, strapped with a bullet belt loaded full of sarcastic one-liners ready to blow holes through anyone’s fragile ego.
Behind her: the haze of a half-lit dive where barstools wobble, neon flickers, and your patience dies a slow, poetic death. Around her: symbols of the chaos she commands — hearts, stars, and a vibe that says try me, I dare you.
Veronica doesn’t clock out, doesn’t sugarcoat, and sure as hell doesn’t serve decaf. She’s a reminder for every cook, server, or back-of-house misfit that in this kingdom of spilled drinks and overcooked orders — Sarcasm is served daily.
Throw it on for the morning rush. Peel it off after last call and a whiskey or three. Heavy enough to say: you outlasted the chaos.
Pure cotton, thick enough to soak up spilled drinks and hush last night’s bad decisions.
Seams that don’t give. A fit that moves but never slouches.
Cut by rough hands. Worn by the servers and bartenders who never clock out — ever.
For the walk-in chill or a whiskey wind-down — heavy enough to say you made it.
100% cotton (grey’s a mutt, but faithful).
Thick to beat fryer smoke and regret.
Tough seams. Honest fit.
Made by workers. Worn by lifers.
Behind her: the haze of a half-lit dive where barstools wobble, neon flickers, and your patience dies a slow, poetic death. Around her: symbols of the chaos she commands — hearts, stars, and a vibe that says try me, I dare you.
Veronica doesn’t clock out, doesn’t sugarcoat, and sure as hell doesn’t serve decaf. She’s a reminder for every cook, server, or back-of-house misfit that in this kingdom of spilled drinks and overcooked orders — Sarcasm is served daily.
Throw it on for the morning rush. Peel it off after last call and a whiskey or three. Heavy enough to say: you outlasted the chaos.
Pure cotton, thick enough to soak up spilled drinks and hush last night’s bad decisions.
Seams that don’t give. A fit that moves but never slouches.
Cut by rough hands. Worn by the servers and bartenders who never clock out — ever.
For the walk-in chill or a whiskey wind-down — heavy enough to say you made it.
100% cotton (grey’s a mutt, but faithful).
Thick to beat fryer smoke and regret.
Tough seams. Honest fit.
Made by workers. Worn by lifers.
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