my summer - Minneapolis

Our ride from the airport never showed up so we hitchhiked to save money for drinking




He speaks the truth





The aforementioned Mayslack’s meat (1 lb of roast beef on a bun soaking in au jus). They weren’t kidding, no one beats it. I threw that badboy up a few hours later. I lost.





Old and new down by the river





from the terrace/patio/whatever at Brit’s pub





I only stood around long enough to snap the picture and then ran away. I was too scared Tom Cruise would jump through the window and sever one of my limbs with his snaggletooth.





Part of the drink menu at psycho suzie’s. The suffering bastard’s quite potent...




The exquisite art of the male breast exam




Nye’s polka lounge, home of the world’s most dangerous polka band





obligatory penis gag





shit name for a shit beer





beer, guys and internet porn = does the fun ever start?





our ride refused to take us to the airport too so we resorted to hitchhiking again

Not Pictured – The 22^nd Ave. Station, aka The Double Deuce, aka the most random bar/gambling establishment/strip club combination filled with the most random people. Picture taking was not allowed inside for obvious reasons. But if you need to get a mental picture of the place, think the Mos Eisley Cantina (aka that nutty Star Wars bar from Episode IV)