This is not a dainty, two-sip, artisanal nonsense mug. This is a real mug. A sturdy, solid, hold-it-with-both-hands-because-your-nervous-system-is-shot mug. The kind of mug that has seen some things. The kind of mug that understands you on a spiritual level at 4 a.m. when your child is standing silently by your bed like a Victorian ghost.

This bad b*tch holds 10oz of coffee, or whatever fuels your resurrection. Dishwasher safe because, honestly, who the hell has time to hand-wash a mug?

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