Yesterday while at Mc Donalds I felt the need for coffee. So I went ahead and got myself two large frappes. One caramel and one mocha. Drank both in a considerably low amount of time, felt good and got a lot of props for doing so. But I felt like I could drink more, sadly, Mrs. Mickley ank Ms. Dutton said no. So there I was, depressed, holding the empty carcasses of what used to be two full frappes.
