Morphine Mug
At last I have a mug for my morphine! A Morphine Mug! *Takes a sip* Oh ho, that’s good stuff… *Hears a distant birdsong. Sees pretty colors as my eyes slowly close.* IIIIIIIIIIII have become… Comfortably numb… *wakes up with a jolt* Where was I? Oh yeah, I was in a hollowed out tree in 18th century france, playing strange games with the fuzzy electric bunnies, but that’s not important right now. My point is, this is a pretty cool mug. *Drifts off again.*