Show me your favourite mugs, please.
Not your faces, lovely though they are. No, I’m talking about the drinking receptacle form of mug.
I don’t know what it is about me, but people seem to enjoy buying me mugs. Here are some of my favourites.
My lovely friend Ruth gave me that mug.
More mugs to follow.
This is my absolute number 1 favourite but you indie bellends probably won’t appreciate it.
This was from my lovely American penpal friend who I met on the internet through a mutual love of a British murder podcast. She’s a Hufflepuff and a LIBRARIAN. How fucking perfect is that.
Recent mug chat for your mugs
Yo. I’m sick, been sick the last two weeks coughing up shit. Would like it to be over please.
One of my workmates pointed out that the cup I’ve been drinking out of lately has another one of my workmates’s children on the side of it. I didn’t notice, thought it was a generic baby pic. Not sure whether to mention it or just stop using the cup and pretend it never happened.
How are YOU!?