Perhaps it is just coffee, nothing unusual, but that is no fun. I would like to think that an enemy furtively slipped a vial of cyanide into the flavored coffee and the unwitting owner of this mug drank it and died right here on the floor. That would explain the paramedics leaving the room as I walked in. What if police burst into the room right now and drag me off, accusing me of the crime because the mug is no my desk? I�d better think of a spiffy alibi quickly. I would be so nervous as the police interrogated me; I�d probably confess to a crime that I didn�t commit. Or did I? Then I would throw up. I�m just thinking about that because the noxious fumes wafting out of this mug�s lid are making me sick to my stomach. I was lying about the paramedics.
BRIEF THOUGHT: If you were all knowing, could you write about this subject? If you were all knowing, then you couldn�t write about the unknown because you wouldn�t know anything about having something be unknown. But that in itself would be not knowing something and then you would have an unknown. The unknown would be your unknown which would continue on forever and ever and ever and�oh no I�ve gone cross-eyed.
So what else could be in this mug? Stomach acid made to smell like coffee? Flavored coffee flavored jellybeans? Decarbonated Diet Coke? Rancid beaver milk? Pureed monkey feces with a shot of espresso? Maybe it�s mutated llama spit. The owner of the mug must be one seriously depraved individual to have llama spit in a mug on my desk. It�s a good think they died.