Sometimes. Psychologist. Sometimes. Psychopath. Sometimes a knife in your neck. Sometimes not. I love Rumag. Their crude humor. The gigantic shitty texts that you really shouldn't laugh at, but that's exactly why you do. Rumag is the silly little voice in your head that you – socially acceptable wise – normally ignore. But why actually? Life is short, idiot, laugh with your mouth. I'm just scrolling through their webshop and I actually can't name one thing that I don't want. Beach towels with texts like: ‘I. Hate. Sand’, ‘Beached whale’, ‘Lobster in the making’. Baby onesies with texts like: ‘Your mother’ and ‘Little accident’. Fortune cookies with: ‘He's cheating, ugly one.’ Hahaha. Doormats with: ‘Get lost’. Wine bottles with ‘You take the problems, I take the wine.’ Birthday balloons with: ‘What. A Shitty party’. Do with it what you want, but if you're still looking for an original gift: here you'll score high. At. Every. Shitty party. Trust. Me.