In a sense, this is part of the broad family of “mugs what we bought at the Renaissance Festival.” In a broader, more real, sense it’s in the vast bin that is tragic ceramics. It might also be made by the same artist that made the moai, but that’s conjecture.
The mugs came from space. They may or may not want your women, should you have any spares, but they’ll probably take your coffee, or pocket change. If you’re (reasonably) afraid of drinking out of this, you could also maybe plant some small, harmless flower in it? See if it mutates?
Hmm…unsure of that paint job. Bad ceramics have a habit of suddenly taking a left turn into bukkake-land, where there are no roads and the hike-and-bike trails were washed out. If you must liberally cover something with blobs of white glaze…
No, I don’t have a way to finish that sentence. Go on, have fun.
I don’t know what you said to him, but he is clearly not a happy mug. You need to apologize. Please. You don’t want that mug angrier. Although it will keep your coffee warm 30% longer when it’s wrathful.
Well, now it’s sulking. Good job.
Goodwill on Parmer near I35, Austin