Gremlin Can Cups | 12oz, 16oz, and stubby models

In a dimly lit tavern nestled in the heart of a forgotten town, there was a tale whispered in hushed tones about a creepy drunk gremlin. Legend had it that this mischievous creature would materialize from the shadows whenever the moon was full, seeking out the darkest corners of the establishment.

With glowing eyes and a wicked grin, the gremlin would stealthily make its way from table to table, searching for abandoned drinks left by unsuspecting patrons. Its spindly fingers would snatch the glasses, and with a swift motion, it would gulp down the remnants of alcohol, its laughter echoing eerily through the air.

As the night wore on, the once lively atmosphere of the tavern transformed into a chilling silence. Patrons would exchange nervous glances, their senses on high alert. The air became heavy with a mixture of fear and fascination as the creepy drunk gremlin grew bolder with each stolen sip.

Whispers swirled that the gremlin's presence brought a strange curse upon those who witnessed its antics. Some claimed to have been plagued by nightmares, haunted by the gremlin's haunting cackle echoing through their sleep. Others spoke of an unshakable unease that clung to them long after they left the tavern.

Yet, amidst the unease, there were those who found a twisted allure in the gremlin's presence. They would dare to leave a half-filled glass intentionally, their hearts pounding with a mixture of dread and curiosity. It was as if the gremlin's charm had ensnared them, drawing them into its web of eerie fascination.

And so, the legend of the creepy drunk gremlin lived on, weaving its unsettling tale throughout the town. Some swore it was nothing more than a mere tale spun to send shivers down the spine, while others, haunted by the encounter, held the conviction that the gremlin's presence was all too real.

To this day, the tavern remains a subject of intrigue and cautionary tales, a place where the line between reality and imagination blurs. And on moonlit nights, when the wind carries whispers of the paranormal, the memory of the creepy drunk gremlin lingers, a haunting reminder that some tales are best left undisturbed.

It's a can cup. It holds cans.

.2mm layer height
no supports
Super easy print