Some say he was born in a soup can beneath a full moon. Others claim he once high-fived a ghost and turned it into mist. All we know is: this frog’s been flapdoodling since dawn and now he’s got a balderdash appointment at precisely “when the moon hums.” Wearing this shirt is less about fashion and more about embracing your destiny as a certified agent of nonsense. Perfect for loitering mysteriously in meadows, confusing authority figures, or simply vibing at the edge of reason. Soft as a whisper from a haunted fern. Fit for frogs, cryptids, and chaos goblins alike.
