Warrior Frankie — 40 oz. Tumbler
With this tumbler you don't just carry water — you'll carrie warfare. The Warrior Frankie 40oz Insulated Travel Mug turns hydration into cult survival gear, fusing stainless steel durability, rebellion-fueled drinkware, and immortal saga storytelling. With double-wall insulation, an ergonomic handle, and the blood-red Die Jimmy Die seal, this tumbler is more than a cup — it’s a battlefield canteen built for coffee crusades, chaotic road trips, and revenge-fueled all-nighters.
Why you’ll use it: because tumblers shouldn’t just keep drinks hot or cold — they should fuel your legend. This one brims with cult saga energy — keeping lattes scorching, cold brew arctic, and your chaotic reputation perfectly intact. Grip it tight, sip with defiance, and you’re not just hydrating… you’re marching with Team Frankie in the eternal war of caffeine, chaos, and loyalty.
- High-quality stainless steel — durable and resistant to rust and corrosion
- Double-wall insulation — keeps drinks hot or cold for hours
- Generous 40oz capacity — ideal for trips and outdoor activities
- Ergonomic handle — designed for a comfortable grip
- Leak-proof push-on lid — tight seal to prevent spills
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“Dragged the Warrior Frankie 40oz stainless steel tumbler through a 6-hour road trip and my coffee was still lava-hot at the last rest stop. The double-wall insulation is witchcraft, the grip is battle-ready, and strangers kept asking where I got this cult travel mug for gothic commuters. It’s hydration and highway rebellion in one.”
“Used my Frankie insulated travel mug at a late-night study session and even my professor noticed it. Said it looked like a limited-edition dark humor thermos. It kept my tea boiling, my notes cursed, and my reputation as the alt streetwear kid with saga merch firmly locked in. Study fuel has never felt this dangerous.”
“The Warrior Frankie 40oz travel tumbler came with me to a festival — no leaks, no spills, just endless cold brew and endless compliments. The design screams punk revenge drinkware, the build laughs at flimsy bottles, and I swear it got me backstage. It’s basically a gothic hydro flask for cult collectors.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: The Arsenal of Love’s End
Day 17.
Tonight I strap on the whole funeral orchestra — a blade or two that hushes his grin, an Uzi that giggles in bursts, grenades that open like bitter confessions, and a shotgun that answers every lie with thunder.
No ribbons. No promises. Just iron, smoke, and a red-smudge plan. War suits me better than perfume.
If he tries to charm me, I’ll remind him how loud silence can be. If he tries to hide, I’ll dig him out with echo and brass. If he runs, I’ll wait where the road forgets to continue.
I’m not a frightened girl — I’m the noise that follows the last bell. Call it love, call it plague; either way, I’ll be the ending he never saw coming.
