Seriously, can you believe it's only fucking Tuesday?
Tuesday. Say it. Tuuuuuuesday. Just the word sounds so...Tuesday-y. Like the title of a really sad book about old people. Or the name of a shitty discount home goods store. Or cold-war-era slang for something grim, like interrogation room. Where’s Boris? What’s that? He’s in Tuesday? Perfect. Let’s go torture him matter-of-factly until he swears party allegiance. Woof. Pretty sure the only reason the universe still makes Tuesdays, is to sell alcohol.
Full-color adhesive wine label
5" x 10"