my favorite cup

by brisss (pronounced brie)

my favorite cup is a plastic tumbler with pink aliens on it.

some people hear that and say, “brisss, those aliens arent real.”

the aliens are literally on the cup.

i can see them.

i don’t know what more evidence people need.

some people say, “brisss, thats just a cup.”

first of all, no.

second of all, rude.

my cup has been with me through juice,

soda,

water,

hot chocolate,

and a concerning amount of mysterious blue beverages that i probably shouldnt have trusted.

the pink aliens have seen things.

they dont judge.

they just continue being pink aliens.

also, when u have a favorite cup, ur drink tastes more like itself.

this is science.

dont ask me to explain it because i shouldnt have to.

the aliens know.

i know.

the cup knows.

thats already three votes.

people without favorite cups probly order pickles on the side with their sandwich.

even they know that pickles cant be trusted or they would order them ON their sandwich.

but nooooo.

they are giving in to the pickle pressure.

why would u invite a smelly object with skin like a medieval witch with terrible acne onto your plate??

i get distracted so easily (-_-;)