My cup
May 14, 2012, 2:15 pm by: claudia9x
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Oh, you want to really see the ugly, the unapologetically trashy, the kind of thing that makes your grandma gag? Then look closer this aint just a mug, its a war crime in ceramic form.
Behold: the RAVAK mug. Not a brand. Not a company. A monstrous mascot thats part cartoon, part plumbing demon, part 80s office horror. Hes got a red jumpsuit that looks like it was duct-taped together by a drunk janitor, a hat that screams Im not supposed to be here, and a whip thats not even a whip its a flexible hose! (Thats right hose! Like, plumbing hose!)
And his face? Its a smug, toothy grin that says, You think youre gonna drink from me? Nah, Im the boss. Im the king of the drain.
The word RAVAK is scrawled across his chest like a corporate tattoo, a corporate corpse tattoo. This isnt a brand. This is a brand of shame. A logo of lowbrow vulgarity. A monstrous emblem of the kind of thing youd find in a forgotten drawer of a used office supply store, next to a box of expired pens and a can of Dust-Buster thats been sitting there since 1997.
This mug isnt for sipping coffee. Its for sipping defeat. For sipping shame. For sipping the kind of thing that makes you want to scream WHAT IS THIS? into the void.
Its the kind of mug that says, Im not just a mug. Im a symbol. A symbol of the ugly. A symbol of the vulgar. A symbol of the offensive.
So, yeah. If you like your mug like your mug then this is the only mug youll ever need. Because its ugly. Its vulgar. Its offensive. Its unapologetically trashy. Its unapologetically RAVAK.
Now go ahead. Grab it. Drink from it. And laugh. Because nothings more fun than a plumbing demon with a hose and a smug grin telling you to drink up.
RAVAK because sometimes, the ugly is the only thing thats real.
Behold: the RAVAK mug. Not a brand. Not a company. A monstrous mascot thats part cartoon, part plumbing demon, part 80s office horror. Hes got a red jumpsuit that looks like it was duct-taped together by a drunk janitor, a hat that screams Im not supposed to be here, and a whip thats not even a whip its a flexible hose! (Thats right hose! Like, plumbing hose!)
And his face? Its a smug, toothy grin that says, You think youre gonna drink from me? Nah, Im the boss. Im the king of the drain.
The word RAVAK is scrawled across his chest like a corporate tattoo, a corporate corpse tattoo. This isnt a brand. This is a brand of shame. A logo of lowbrow vulgarity. A monstrous emblem of the kind of thing youd find in a forgotten drawer of a used office supply store, next to a box of expired pens and a can of Dust-Buster thats been sitting there since 1997.
This mug isnt for sipping coffee. Its for sipping defeat. For sipping shame. For sipping the kind of thing that makes you want to scream WHAT IS THIS? into the void.
Its the kind of mug that says, Im not just a mug. Im a symbol. A symbol of the ugly. A symbol of the vulgar. A symbol of the offensive.
So, yeah. If you like your mug like your mug then this is the only mug youll ever need. Because its ugly. Its vulgar. Its offensive. Its unapologetically trashy. Its unapologetically RAVAK.
Now go ahead. Grab it. Drink from it. And laugh. Because nothings more fun than a plumbing demon with a hose and a smug grin telling you to drink up.
RAVAK because sometimes, the ugly is the only thing thats real.
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