Hopefully not subject to foreclosure from tiny adorabloe banks.
(Commentary and title by our lovely submitter, jerseychick)
I don't endorse salt-bombing your food, but if you must, these would be particularly appropriate.
Drink out of these mugs over the holidays pointedly in front of your parents when you fly home to visit. Maybe they'll learn how to text.
Your hot chocolate may produce tiny marshmallows out of pure fear at the sight of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man on this mug.
Sorry tower, I have to flip you over to drink my tea. No slight against the French, promise.
Catbus wants in on the action too!
No more fighting over whose mug belongs to whom!
I hope it's packed full of little cotton ball bunnies that come cascading out whenever someone lifts the lid.