1938 mugs. One of them is exactly right.
Type a name, a job, a breed, a hill or a swear word. We have probably already made it.
All mugs
Every mug we make, in one place. Funny, personalised, and the ones about their thing.
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Brevity is the soul of wit. k.£12.95
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Looking for an honest man. Swiped left on four hundred.£12.95
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Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly texted "here".£12.95
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Buried her alive. My bad.£12.95
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Invite me in. It's not that deep.£12.95
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Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Except my emails.£12.95
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I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time. Anyway, voice note, eleven minutes.£12.95
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The course of true love never did run smooth. It ran to voicemail.£12.95
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Bricked him up in the cellar. It's not that deep.£12.95
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I doomscrolled, weak and weary.£12.95
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Paint me, warts and all. No filter.£12.95
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at our phones.£12.95
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Please, sir, I want some more. Also the wifi password.£12.95
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends. After this brew.£12.95
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It's a parcel.£12.95
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I contain multitudes. Mostly snacks.£12.95
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Now is the winter of our discontent. Put a jumper on.£12.95
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Is this a dagger I see before me? No. It's my phone. It's 2am.£12.95
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Call me Ishmael. Actually, text.£12.95
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Left him. Took the kid. Took the paintings. Slay.£12.95
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It was a dark and stormy night. The app said sunny.£12.95
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Hope springs eternal. So does the typing bubble.£12.95
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that he is not going to text.£12.95
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Got a painting to do the ageing. Skincare routine.£12.95
