One time a co-worker / buddy of mine was teaching, and stopped by a student`s desk to look at their code and offer some assistance. When he stopped he set his coffee cup down, and when he went to leave he lifted it and took a sip. Except it wasn`t his cup. And it wasn`t coffee. It was an identical cup, the student`s... and it was full of his chewed tobacco spit. My buddy stifled his vomit and ran to the restroom. Needless to say, he was scarred for life and easily triggered by the memory of this event. So I got him a new coffee cup. The kind that change when you heat them up. And on the cup I put a picture of this dude so that when you finish drinking the coffee you see that student`s face. The look of realization and contempt that my buddy gave me upon realizing that was the intent and purpose of the cup in the first place, priceless. That`s what I`m about. ©

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