The almost inevitable consequence of a Seattle speedball. It's the noxious combination of cottonmouth and coffee breath that's foul enough to wake the dead (which, coincidentally, is what people nearby might think you're trying to do).
My boyfriend tried to kiss me this morning after taking a Seattle speedball, but his coffinmouth made me feel like I was being tongue-punched by a stoned zombie; Crest, or holy water, are recommended solutions.
by Penguigeon October 15, 2014
Get the Coffinmouthmug.