The wife and I stopped in at a Starbucks because it was a few yards from where we parked, and had a couple of blended, cold mocha frappacino thingies, SMALL and when the bimbo behind the counter rang it up we both were a little stunned. That shit was high as giraffe pussy. We were up in Columbus. Nebraska, not Ohio. Apparently, though, Starbucks didn't realize this, as the prices were a tad on the steep side for this neck of the woods... er... deserted wasteland. No wonder the place was empty.
I'm trying to find a coffee that I found a couple of years ago, that I liked a lot. It was called Three Peckered Billy Goat... well, that particular blend was, anyway. Forgot the name of the company.