Mosher Mug
A cultural phenomenon in the UK (and else where?). Mosher is a term used in mass terms (main by opposing stereotypical youth, the Kev, or Scally) to stereotype any youth who listens to any type of rock music, that doesn’t get played on pop radio (though ironically most Mosher bands are on major labels), and abides to a certain dress sense. In reality this isn’t a far comment, as a Mosher is somewhat frowned upon in many of the scenes that get put under the same brush: such as the Hardcore, and Metal scenes. Today the Mosher is some what of a dying breed with the new cultural phenomenon (okay, trend) Emo has taken its place and most of the “Moshers” with it. Though, there is a borderline where Emo and Mosher meet, however this is usually to do more with wealth than anything else (with “Fashioncore” clothes and accessories costing more than some can afford). Moshers tend to feel as though they need to set themselves apart from the crowd and often at outrageously, and wear black and baggy clothing, though it must be said that most fail and look as generic as those they moan about. Whereas Kevs are regarded as socialising near there homes, at parks and on street corners, Moshers tend to hang more in city centres around shopping centres and such, thus the term Mallgoth. Music: Read Kerrang what’s hot in that’ll be a good clue. Dress sense: None… Sorry, Black baggy jeans (DDs) and black baggy band shirts, usually poorly printed (ironed!) on as they’ve been bought somewhere like afflecks palace (aptly called Mosher Palace by some random stranger I meet on a bus once). Badges on their groovy bag, for some reason they can’t have backpacks. :s poorly applied make up, usually black this is probably to make them look evil and accounts for both genders. Personality traits: varied, though often seen as moody, and use of Americanisms even though they are British. There are differences between Moshers and… True Metalhead (all types, art, BM, DM, etc), Real Hardcore (again all styles UKHC, NYHC, etc…), Indie (I don’t even see how they get called Moshers!), and Emos (though Emo is IMO Moshers pretty sister)… So don’t fucking call me one!.. Or any who isn’t.
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I got this for my dad but he didn’t want it so he just gave it to me. Ever since I took it back my life has been the greatest it’s ever been. I asked my other dad if he wanted but he said no too. Oh well, I get to enjoy this product for myself more.
It was the greatest mug I've ever ordered :skullll
This mug has made me so happy. This is more than I could have ever wanted in life.
My friend loved it.!!
I like it, but not a lot. Also, the mugs are overpriced.
i luv it! great quality and actually the same hight as mossoflife!
Loved it, my co-workers liked the mug.
best mug every i get to wake up every morning to sip out of my sexy lama mug
I really like this mug. It’s quite bizarre and helps me live a quiet life in my small town of Morioh, Japan.
briliant buy great gift for my grandkid! love it!
This mug saved my life from spiraling down a deep dark path.
Great present for my wife, she uses it all the time, and it's her to a T.
I love it. High quality. Just as I had hoped.
This mug looks great! I love it!
I have a crippling addiction to these mugs, i have 459
This mug is wonderful it’s so funny and I gave it to the kid that made the Definition and he started dying laughing
War. War Never Changes. War, war never changes. In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he get to go home to his wife and the son he never see. He got his wish, when the U.S. ended WWII by dropping an atomic cloud on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The world awaited Armageddon, instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use atomic energy as a nearly limitless source of power. People enjoyed luxury once thought in the realm of science fiction. Domestic robots, fusion powered cars, portable computers. Then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the American dream. Years of consumption led to the shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077, and we stand on the brink of total war, and I am afraid, for myself, for my wife, for my infant son, because if my time in the army taught me one thing; is that war, war never changes.
Excellent satire - didn't see comments to that end, so find it hard to fathom if most readers, in turn, didn't laugh out loud, and say so. But apparently not.
I am gonna buy it and give it to my nine year old brother