The Butcher

EVERY CARNIVAL NEEDS SOMEONE TO HANDLE THE MEAT.

Nobody bothered asking what kind.

Meet The Butcher...the blood splattered bastard working somewhere behind the Big Top where customers definitely aren’t supposed to wander.

He isn’t here to entertain you. He doesn’t perform tricks. He doesn’t give a shit whether you enjoyed the show.

He has an apron, a collection of very large knives, and a workspace that would make the health department collectively lose its fucking mind.

That’s really all you need to know.

The Butcher brings the filthy back of house side of the KLF carnival to life...the part hidden behind the lights, music, freakshows, and screaming crowds. Raw horror, punk attitude, dark humor, and one seriously questionable employee nobody has been brave enough to fire.

Maybe he runs the food stand.

Maybe he prepares dinner for the freaks.

Maybe stop asking fucking questions.

Made for horror freaks, punk misfits, gore-loving weirdos, sideshow degenerates, and anybody who knows the employees only door is usually where all the interesting shit happens.

Just remember one thing:

If The Butcher asks how you like your meat, don’t say fresh.

EU representative: HONSON VENTURES LIMITED, gpsr@honsonventures.com, 3, Gnaftis House flat 102, Limassol, Mesa Geitonia, 4003, CY

Product information: Gildan 64000, 2 year warranty in EU and Northern Ireland as per Directive 1999/44/EC

Warnings, Hazard: For adults, Made in Bangladesh

Care instructions: Machine wash: cold (max 30C or 90F), with similar colors , Do not bleach, Tumble dry: low heat, Iron, steam or dry: low heat, Do not dryclean