"Shane" is simply jealous of my capacity for beer and other drinks. He's insanely annoyed that I once drank sixteen more caribous than he did -- I was still drinking 'em when he came out of the coma.

I must admit that I've now eaten in a Tim Horton's, and apart from the fine film of grease holding the powdered sugar onto every surface it wasn't bad at all. My wife did find the tea to be a little more powerful than she normally has, but after she kicked it twice in the balls it settled down and she drank it.