This morning I was going to have my coffee in this stunning mug that David Puterbaugh got for me when he was in Boston. He carefully wrapped it and brought it all the way to New Orleans to hand-deliver it to me. (It was one of two mugs he gave me, one of which I featured in an earlier post.)
And then…
I turned over the cup to wash it and saw this.
Where everybody knows your name, indeed…
Even though I don’t live in California, I opted for this 2006 mug from the Humane Society of the United States.
Which has this kinder, gentler message on the bottom:
Bottoms up, David Puterbaugh!
Edit: Okay, seriously? We’d have to travel back in time for David Puterbaugh to turn my unborn children into mutant rats. Once you’ve been 35 a few times, unborn children are the least of your worries. I simply like picking on David because I’m a clown that way.
A Clown? Did you say CLOWN?
That lead could make your unborn children look like psycho clowns!!!
Then you could send them to live with Uncle David P.
Oh, don’t mention that name to me. I’ve so got a beef with him, over recommending Pan’s Labyrinth to me. He’ll get his.
What? Don’t tell me you didn’t like it?
“Oh, if you weren’t a lady, what wouldn’t this varmint tell you.”
I can’t believe you didn’t like it. Did I mention that it won three Oscars? 🙂
I still need to watch that AND The Queen.
I loved it. Dark as hell, but the entire movie was amazing with effects, characters, and even the awful plot.
I did cry though. Hard.
Maybe Chris and I will watch it when I go up for the Alfred Hitchcock movie in August.
It won three Oscars? That changes everything!
I’m waiting for you to mention how those three Oscars are going to help that… little… girl. (Sorry; choking up, here. Need water…)
Oooohhh…you liked Pan’s Labyrinth, it’s just the ending that got to you…well that makes more sense. The movie reminded me of an old fashioned nursery rhyme, you know, the kind where kids were beaten soundly before bedtime and fell down hills and busted their heads wide open. What child wouldn’t want to be told a story like that before going to sleep?
You mean the REAL Grimm’s? Yeah I like those a lot, too.
I get hell when I make my students read the Grimm’s version of Cinderella. How dare I destroy their childhoods like that. I have their entire works in one volume. That’s some scarey shit. Of course, those fairy tales were originally written to scare children into being well-behaved.
Like religion…Oh did I say that out loud?
LOL
Oh.
My.
God.
I can’t believe I missed that! (Why the hell would Cheers sell a poisonous mug??!!) I’m glad to hear that you escaped unharmed. My apologize to you and your unborn.
You know, Beck, I’d finally gotten over the pain of David’s not bringing me a mug for my collection when you have to rub my nose in it again….and even worse, Cheers is one of my favorite shows of all time….
I’ll get you, my pretty….
So what you’re saying is, you wish David Puterbaugh had turned YOUR unborn children into mutant rats.
Actually, in your case, the cup would be safe to use, because the Alexis gene is dominant. Now go take over Denver Carrington so you can afford those BBQ Fritos that Tim needs.
Denver Carrington is next week, darling. This week, I am taking over both Jabot and Newman Enterprises.
You must cry whenever you see that mug …
I am just thankful you didn’t try to kill me, David.
😛
(David and Shannon–I threw a comment on here so it would go to your email, then I deleted it for privacy’s sake.)
Hmmm, don’t know what happened but I didn’t get it. It’s okay though, I’m just grateful you’re not dead. (No matter what Marika says!) 🙂
I’m now scared to drink out of my fabulous NYC mug that is not in Greg’s collection. I use it as a pen holder on my desk … so I can think of David and his plot to kill his S&S friends every day …
That is so heartwarming, Marika!
He’s the wind beneath my wings
Just don’t fly with him.
It’s possible that I’ll be in Houston in another month or so. I’ll might find something appropriately Bostonian and safe for we caffeine-addicts. I have Italian and French stuff for R & L, which I still haven’t managed to ship and should just deliver by hand a this point.
..and since you know everything but others don’t, I’ll point out that the predicate typo in the second sentence is just that: a typo. So embarrassing.
Do you think if all LJ users included this phrase in their banners:
LJ sucks because we can’t edit our comments.
that they’d give us that capability?
Hahahhahaha
Hey…wait a minute…