Because before caffeine, you’re dead inside and full of hate.
These socks are for the man who knows that until the sacred brown nectar touches his soul, all conversations are a crime and all people are suspects. Soft, breathable, and soaked in caffeine-fuelled contempt, they’re the perfect footnote to your pre-coffee rage.
Whether it’s Karen’s 8am spreadsheet drama or Todd’s unsolicited crypto advice — these socks have your back (and your feet) while your brain tries to reboot.
Comfortable. Cranky. Caffeinated.
Machine washable. Do not disturb before espresso.
Warning: Side effects may include eye rolls, heavy sighs, and the urge to yeet mugs.
