…except I wouldn’t pay the sticker price or anywhere near it.
There’s fine print that you can’t really see well in the picture, but the label identifies this huge and gaudy goblet as a “pimp stein.”
So today if I wanted to I could have purchased The Big Daddy Pimp Stein. How awesome would that be to pull out for dinner…or not. Maybe just for the Superbowl?! Or my birthday?!
They had a pink princess one that was labeled “Princess Pimpin’ Stein” and Morgan asked if I would get it for her and I told her no chance.
I did think for a moment about how awesome it would be for the two of us to come home with our Big Daddy Pimp Stein and the Princess Pimpin’ Stein. I would have paid to see my wife’s face. I was envisioning watching a little Clifford the Big Red Dog or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Morgan’s got her stein of milk and I’m hooked up with my diet coke, toasting to the good life with a “cheers!” Classic Daddy-Daughter Date Night 
But they were 15$ a piece and that’s about $14.50 more than I would pay for either of them.
