A Collection of Mugs

As I look back on my "Collection" of beer mugs, I never thought about collecting them. Whenever I just ran across one I liked, I just bought it. After I had fifteen or twenty mugs, I continued picking them up to remember the occasion. Only after having acquired fifty or sixty did I start buying them in yard sales and antique stores to add to my "Collection".

Some Guinness was spilt on the bathroom floor. When the pub was shut for the night, out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse that stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy foam from the floor. Then back on his haunches he sat, and all night long you could hear the mouse roar, "bring on the goddam cat!"