Tired of a culture that preaches self-love and self-care, when that nagging voice in your head knows damn well, that any attempts at the aforementioned will inevitably be short-lived and serve only as a springboard for an even deeper plunge into the pool of self-pity and despair?
Taking the action out of action figure and substituting it for slovenly, Dr. Murder the dad-bod super villain is the ideal toy for the person who has given up.
Instructions for use:
- Take long showers with his costume on, pondering what could have been.
- Lie on the floor listening to Nico’s debut album Chelsea girl.
- Spend the afternoon doing taxes and all night wondering if you did them right.
