One time, Jeff forgot me. I was stuck at a truck stop outside boise for two months.
Met Sheryl, fell in love. We were going to marry.
But Jeff returned on the way back from Seattle, and brought me back here to you.
"They were in the middle of the nowhere, and it was obvious they needed to pee. Fortunately, they found an empty 32 ounce gas station cup under the seat. I thought I was done for."
This is great, but not only because it's amusing (Onion <3)
but because it has set my mind off thinking about a Toy Story esque world where mugs speak.
Where home mugs are such a dysfunctional family, and that weird assortment of miscellaneous mugs at workplaces would be bitchy and office-like.
Adventurous-looking mug telling stories about when it spilled over the car after an emergency break:
"I spilled once over the radio, that was glorious, one day I'll spill over the smartphone!"