debodun
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- way upstate in New York, USA
My Character Mug Collection
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Dave03
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- Dunder Mifflin, Scranton Branch
Funny you should post this. At this moment, I'm having coffee in a cup my son bought me from the Sherlock Holmes store in London. He was there for six weeks when he was a junior in college.
jujube
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My dad loved Toby mugs, especially the ones with old sailors or pirates. I don't know whatever happened to his small collection.
Naturally
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- Corner of Walk 'n Don't Walk
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In a quiet cupboard somewhere in Suburbia, a band of character mugs came to life every midnight, bound by ancient ceramic magic and the shared trauma of being hand-washed with lemon-scented soap. EWwww. Captain Claybeard, the grumpy pirate mug with a handle shaped like an octopus tentacle, led the nightly council meetings with stern glares and frothy threats of mutiny. Beside him sat Lady Latte, who never quite understanding why everyone snickered when she spoke. A tiny one, Baby Brew, tried to join the big mugs’ conversation but only succeeded in spilling tea on the table and giggling like a caffeine-fueled gremlin.
Things spiraled out of control when Grumpy Gus, the mug with one eyebrow and a suspicious gravy stain, declared he was forming a breakaway faction called the "Coalition of Cold Brews" and demanded the freezer drawer be opened as their sovereign land. This led to a dramatic duel between Gus and Professor Percolator, the mug with spectacles and an actual pouring spout growing out of his hat. The duel ended in a headbutt that knocked both into the fruit bowl, where they were promptly buried under a banana and a slightly embarrassed orange.
Then one night, chaos broke all out when Judge Sipwell, an old mug with a monocle and a handle shaped like the scales of justice, accused Captain Claybeard of stealing his spoon. "I haven’t stirred a thing in decades, ye porcelain fool!" Claybeard bellowed. Mugsy the mobster mug tried to mediate, but he kept cracking under pressure ... literally ... his glaze flaking with stress. Meanwhile, Chuckles, the mug with the face so distorted it looked like a Picasso that had had a bad day, just laughed uncontrollably, sloshing hot cocoa everywhere. By dawn, the mugs returned to their frozen state, just as their human sleepily entered the kitchen, wondering why sugar was scattered around and a faint pirate rum odor permeated.
The human in her half-wake half-sleep state thought she heard a voice say, “I regret nothing! Tell the saucer I loved her!”
The woman blinked, rubbed her eyes, and stared at the mugs. One of them looked like it was smirking. Another appeared to be sweating ... ceramic glaze. She decided she hadn’t had enough sleep, or possibly too much wine the night before, and made her coffee using a travel mug from the dishwasher. The character mugs silently breathed a sigh of relief, except Chuckles, who let out a tiny snort and was immediately elbowed by Grumpy Gus.
In a quiet cupboard somewhere in Suburbia, a band of character mugs came to life every midnight, bound by ancient ceramic magic and the shared trauma of being hand-washed with lemon-scented soap. EWwww. Captain Claybeard, the grumpy pirate mug with a handle shaped like an octopus tentacle, led the nightly council meetings with stern glares and frothy threats of mutiny. Beside him sat Lady Latte, who never quite understanding why everyone snickered when she spoke. A tiny one, Baby Brew, tried to join the big mugs’ conversation but only succeeded in spilling tea on the table and giggling like a caffeine-fueled gremlin.
Things spiraled out of control when Grumpy Gus, the mug with one eyebrow and a suspicious gravy stain, declared he was forming a breakaway faction called the "Coalition of Cold Brews" and demanded the freezer drawer be opened as their sovereign land. This led to a dramatic duel between Gus and Professor Percolator, the mug with spectacles and an actual pouring spout growing out of his hat. The duel ended in a headbutt that knocked both into the fruit bowl, where they were promptly buried under a banana and a slightly embarrassed orange.
Then one night, chaos broke all out when Judge Sipwell, an old mug with a monocle and a handle shaped like the scales of justice, accused Captain Claybeard of stealing his spoon. "I haven’t stirred a thing in decades, ye porcelain fool!" Claybeard bellowed. Mugsy the mobster mug tried to mediate, but he kept cracking under pressure ... literally ... his glaze flaking with stress. Meanwhile, Chuckles, the mug with the face so distorted it looked like a Picasso that had had a bad day, just laughed uncontrollably, sloshing hot cocoa everywhere. By dawn, the mugs returned to their frozen state, just as their human sleepily entered the kitchen, wondering why sugar was scattered around and a faint pirate rum odor permeated.
The human in her half-wake half-sleep state thought she heard a voice say, “I regret nothing! Tell the saucer I loved her!”
The woman blinked, rubbed her eyes, and stared at the mugs. One of them looked like it was smirking. Another appeared to be sweating ... ceramic glaze. She decided she hadn’t had enough sleep, or possibly too much wine the night before, and made her coffee using a travel mug from the dishwasher. The character mugs silently breathed a sigh of relief, except Chuckles, who let out a tiny snort and was immediately elbowed by Grumpy Gus.
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