Attack of the Travel Mug

One silver lining of being, to borrow a term from My Fella, such a f*cking momo is that — unlike the carefully curated online presences of my peers — this blog probably makes people feel better about their lives, not worse.

At the very least, folks can say, “well at least I can use scissors (unlike Gillian)” or “at least I’ve never fallen UP a flight of stairs (again, unlike Gillian).”

So here’s another one for the Archives:

Travel Mug Full of Hot Coffee + ME = Disaster




One thought on “Attack of the Travel Mug

  1. Fella says:

    To be fair, it’s the mug’s fault.

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