I’m causes me great sadness to have to deliver this news, but as of today no chipper holiday mugs were actually harmed. We bore them great malice, yet there they sit in their green and red glory taunting us as santas, angels and snowflakes wave on.
Should any of you who worried about their welfare among what surely must be a pack of Christmas hating rednecks want to adopt one or maybe six of these. I will gladly fill them with Hershey’s kisses and a candy cane then ship them your way. No really. I’d be glad to pay for the shipping. Please. Please?!?!?!
What — are Jay and his friends really bad shots?! ‘Cause missing a mug… that’s just standing there, being still… that’s sad. I’m going to assume something kept him from firing.
The makers of holiday mugs, fearing their demise, have now fortified the clay mix with a bullet proof ceramic glaze. Actually, they got out to the guy’s property and Jay said it was too nice to shatter mugs on. They stuck to the metal targets the guy had set-up and Jay swears the metal “ting” from hitting those was almost satisfactory. (How it could be better than a holiday mug, I don’t know.)