Random Blob of Doom Mug
The random blob of doom is well known in the small suburbs of Solihull, England. Random blobs of doom like to think that they are normal when, as their name suggests, they are in fact very random indeed :). Random blobs of doom are very rare to come across but I know of one that resides in a very messy room on the road behind mine. Random blobs of doom can come in many shapes and sizes. Some are yellow whereas others are pink. Some are fluffy whereas others are completely bald :). This is due to their very random nature. The random blobs of doom may appear to be harmless ordinary people, usually in the form of special year 11’s at Light Hall School. Their overall preference in clothing is not yet known but there have been many reported sightings of them sporting the ‘classic emo look’ with skinny jeans and tight band tees with the addition of colourful scarfs and lots of jewellery which they refer to as “bling”. Although the random blobs of doom are capable of concealing their identity in order to coexist without being hunted down, they find it very hard to refrain from speaking in their native tongue…gibberish. Gibberish is a language developed by the random blobs of doom to communicate with one another about random shiz. Gibberish is easily mistaken for Chavish as they share many of the same “words”. When "hanging" around in small groups conspiring against common man. Random Blobs of Doom enjoy listening to a strange concoction of Drum and Bass, MCR, High School Musical and Paramore whereas other prefer Linkin Park, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, The Venga Boys and Fall Out Boy. They play their so called “music” through pathetically loud mobile phones. Random Blobs of Doom usually “hang” around playing their strange choice in music at Pigeon Park, (Birmingham, England) late on Saturday afternoons as they are too lazy to get up before 2pm. After several hours of lazing about in a cemetery (that’s what pigeons park really is ) they decide to “pull an all nighter”. These “all nighters” usually consist of the Random Blobs of Doom consuming very large amounts of alcohol and thinking that they are very “scene”. They never go anywhere near Shirley Park on a Friday night as they do not like the "chavs" that are actually quite normal :). on the rare occasion that they do go to Shirley Park, they hide in trees waiting to make their kill **RAWR** but like cows on stairs, sadly, once they are up the trees they can’t get back down again.F This is from a true account of one Mr Andrew James Whiteworth who one night was casually walking through a park with his on/off girlfriend when a strange figure pounced on him. The figure swore that she got stuck in the tree and needed something to land on and he fitted the criteria perfectly. The figure was later confirmed to be a Random Blob of Doom and was escorted to the local Mental Asylum after they had run for their lives to find some dark alley. Mr Whiteworth swears to this day that he didn’t try and make a very large move on his on/off girlfriend while down the dark alley. I still am not very happy at him for that! “This is the only known successful case of Tree Launch Glomping” Dr I.A.M.S. Flynn~expert from BCU (Birmingham Confusionalist University) NEVER EVER TRY AND FIND A RANDOM BLOB OF DOOM. It is very dangerous due to its emo-like temperament and the fact that if they bite you then they can control your mind for 3-256 days. If you happen to run into, or accidently kick, a random blob of doom, may I suggest that you run like the wind out of that place and disappear into some dark alley somewhere (these are very abundant in the small suburbs of Solihull) and hide for your life. The random blob of doom is well known in the small suburbs of Solihull, England. Random blobs of doom like to think that they are normal when, as their name suggests, they are in fact very random indeed :). Random blobs of doom are very rare to come across but I know of one that resides in a very messy room on the road behind mine. Random blobs of doom can come in many shapes and sizes. Some are yellow whereas others are pink. Some are fluffy whereas others are completely bald :). This is due to their very random nature. The random blobs of doom may appear to be harmless ordinary people, usually in the form of special year 11’s at Light Hall School. Their overall preference in clothing is not yet known but there have been many reported sightings of them sporting the ‘classic emo look’ with skinny jeans and tight band tees with the addition of colourful scarfs and lots of jewellery which they refer to as “bling”. Although the random blobs of doom are capable of concealing their identity in order to coexist without being hunted down, they find it very hard to refrain from speaking in their native tongue…gibberish. Gibberish is a language developed by the random blobs of doom to communicate with one another about random shiz. Gibberish is easily mistaken for Chavish as they share many of the same “words”. When "hanging" around in small groups conspiring against common man. Random Blobs of Doom enjoy listening to a strange concoction of Drum and Bass, MCR, High School Musical and Paramore whereas other prefer Linkin Park, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, The Venga Boys and Fall Out Boy. They play their so called “music” through pathetically loud mobile phones. Random Blobs of Doom usually “hang” around playing their strange choice in music at Pigeon Park, (Birmingham, England) late on Saturday afternoons as they are too lazy to get up before 2pm. After several hours of lazing about in a cemetery (that’s what pigeons park really is ) they decide to “pull an all nighter”. These “all nighters” usually consist of the Random Blobs of Doom consuming very large amounts of alcohol and thinking that they are very “scene”. They never go anywhere near Shirley Park on a Friday night as they do not like the "chavs" that are actually quite normal :). on the rare occasion that they do go to Shirley Park, they hide in trees waiting to make their kill **RAWR** but like cows on stairs, sadly, once they are up the trees they can’t get back down again.F This is from a true account of one Andrew who one night was casually walking through a park with his on/off girlfriend when a strange figure pounced on him. The figure swore that she got stuck in the tree and needed something to land on and he fitted the criteria perfectly. The figure was later confirmed to be a Random Blob of Doom and was escorted to the local Mental Asylum after they had run for their lives to find some dark alley. Andrew (andy to his friends) swears to this day that he didn’t try and make a very large move on his on/off girlfriend while down the dark alley. I still am not very happy at him for that! “This is the only known successful case of Tree Launch Glomping” Dr I.A.M.S. Flynn~expert from BCU (Birmingham Confusionalist University) NEVER EVER TRY AND FIND A RANDOM BLOB OF DOOM. It is very dangerous due to its emo-like temperament and the fact that if they bite you then they can control your mind for 3-256 days. If you happen to run into, or accidently kick, a random blob of doom, may I suggest that you run like the wind out of that place and disappear into some dark alley somewhere (these are very abundant in the small suburbs of Solihull) and hide for your life.
The Urban Dictionary Mug
Customer Reviews
Great ordering experience..good quality
8.3 cm diameter? I hardly know her
The day this mug entered my life, my depression was cured, I won the lottery, my dad came back from the dead, and my mum started loving me, motto beg but if you rub the mug 3 times a genie WIll grant you 69 wishes (I wished for more mugs 69 times)
Gift for my niece. She loves it.
I don’t really want to by it but I do like that you can customize it Also I do find find funny nearly all the one star reviews are people say “I want the mug for free”
i tried to break this shit mug but died got reincarnated came back to life and this shitty mug was still there
How many ounces does it hold? I don’t know ask him. HIM!HIM! Fuck him! It’s catchy
Great experience with the Urban Dictionary and ordering my mug. Any concerns that were related to them were received promptly. Overall, it was a great experience
i love this mug its not a mistake ITS A MASTERPIECE
Describes my classmate in school, perfect
I love the cup and I’m certain I’ll be checking with you guys in the future..
*To those looking to purchase, others may criticize your sense of humor.* I love the thug shaker mug! It stands out as a quality desk ornament that all of my co workers are envious of. However, the other world leaders seem to find the thug shaker unfunny and immature for the work place. My wife says she will leave me if she sees it out one more time. I think I may have to give up the thug shaker persona once and for all. Stay strong thugs.
fuck you and your mugs give me a shirt or ill shit on you
Love love love it! Customer service gave me a coupon, let me know that I had to revise the definition when too long, and overall super helpful.

Nice Mug my second Mug. A little staining or photo graphic stain on the side of the cup and shown in the picture. As a result I cannot give a 5 Star Review.
The snarky message on the mug always gets big laughs from guests so I'm now using it as my go-to bourbon glass
Love the coffee mug. Would have been nice to see who had the word accepted into Urban Dictionary printed on the bottom of the mug. As I was the one. "Dusty Dawg" Other than that I love.
fuck ur mugs i want one for free
This mug, much like a cursed relic unearthed from the depths of despair, embodies a cacophony of design flaws and manufacturing mishaps that make one wonder if it was birthed from the darkest corners of incompetence itself. From its deceptively promising exterior, which boasts a color scheme akin to a bruised banana left out in the sun for too long, to its handle that feels more like a medieval torture device designed to punish the unsuspecting hand that dares to grasp it, every aspect of this mug screams "regret." Its material, a sinister amalgamation of recycled nightmares and shattered dreams, leeches a flavor reminiscent of stale coffee mixed with the tears of disappointed souls into whatever liquid unfortunate enough to be poured within its cursed confines. The rim, jagged and uneven like the edge of a poorly forged blade, guarantees that each sip is a perilous journey fraught with the risk of lip lacerations and existential dread. And let us not forget the bottom of this vessel, where the manufacturer's logo is stamped with all the subtlety of a scarlet letter, branding the user as a victim of their own poor purchasing decisions for all eternity. Indeed, this mug serves as a stark reminder that sometimes, in the vast expanse of consumer goods, there exists a dark abyss where quality and utility fear to tread, leaving only disappointment and regret in their wake.

I think it’s funny and the quality is really good. Shipping was pretty fast too.
