That is One Ugly Mug


There were no more packets of the flavor of coffee I drink at work, so I rummaged through the cupboards in our kitchenette to see if there were any boxes hidden away.

That’s how I found the ugly mug.

I -- Wow, no.

I — Wow, no.

I can only imagine that someone left it here out of spite. Surely nobody actually tries to drink out of this horrid thing.

3 thoughts on “That is One Ugly Mug

    • I do that at the tiki bar and gift ship. Three ice-cream drinks, and I go home with a clock shaped like a tiki god of grilling.

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