Where's My Tea, Motherfucker? Mug

The only mug on Earth that stares into your soul before you’ve had your morning caffeine. On one side: Samuel L. Jackson in full divine fury, gun drawn, eyes blazing with righteous caffeine deprivation. On the other: the sacred question every bleary-eyed human has asked at least once before 9 a.m. - “WHERE'S MY TEA, MOTHERFUCKER?”

This is not a mug for the faint of heart. It’s for those who brew their tea with intent, pour it with conviction, and sip it like vengeance served piping hot. It doesn’t whisper “good morning.” It demands accountability from anyone who dares delay your Earl Grey.

Microwave-safe, dishwasher-safe, and spiritually unsafe for anyone unprepared to meet judgement before breakfast. Each sip feels like a sermon. Each refill feels like redemption. Drink responsibly, or face divine retribution in ceramic form.