The Second Brewery

Our next stop: Lakefront Brewery.



We make a beeline for the good stuff.



We actually got to take a few gulps before the nice lady behind the counter suggested we find a table.



It seems they were between tours at the time, so we had most of the place to ourselves. This is us scoping out the place. Not too much later, we stole a few drink tickets from the tour-group stragglers, and drank ourselves silly.

Narcissister's Mug

After our tasting at Sprecher, we hitched a ride to our next destination. As you can see, I let Narcissister's Mug take the window seat.



Apparently, Narcissister left her Mug somewhere at NC/SC a few months ago. Someone picked her up and took her home. Narcissister's Mug and her new owner both found out about this website, and the owner got either my owner or Junk Stuffer to contact Narcissister. But she never replied.


Figuring that Narcissister didn't care about her Mug anymore, Narcissister's Mug's new owner tried to figure out what Evil thing to do. While that was going on, Narcissister's Mug took a cue from my own life story and RAN AWAY. HA! And to think we both ended up in the same place. Wild.

Two Great Finds

The driver dropped me off at the Sprecher Brewery. He said he really likes a couple of their beers. They have a tour and a tasting.



This is the Sprecher mascot. It's a Griffin, which is half-eagle, half-lion. Apparently, Griffins like beer.



WOAH! Look what I found inside the gift shop next to the fat griffin. It's Narcissister's Mug!



Now I'm speechless. Not only is there another runaway Mug here, but we're surrounded by delicious beer.



I wonder if these barrels used to hold anything cool, like booze? Did I mention that's Narcissister's Mug standing next to me?



This is what the brewery has on tap for us today.



We get someone to help us sign our owners' names on the guest list.

First Sight

Just look at that. We get to the Beer Capital of the United States and the first thing I see is a beer sign.



The driver asks me where I want to go now that I'm here. I just mumble incoherently until he shakes me a little. I tell him I want beer. Lots of it. He says he knows just the place.

Drive: Day 2

Indiana after sunrise.



Fuck, this state is flat.



I asked the driver if we could blow that shit up. He just snorted and said he's seen a lot worse. The only good bus would be one with a beer logo on it. I have spoken.



Into Illinois. No sign. Do you feel disappointed? Bite me then.



Apparently, there's never a shortage of road work jobs in Chicago.



The Chicago skyline.



Right two lanes, dipshit. I've got beer to find. Hurry up.



Yes, baby. Cum to daddy.

Drive: Day 1

Thank Satan. I'm finally out of that shitty state. Maybe Tennessee will be a little better. Actually, things are already looking up. The driver isn't that bad. He bought me beer at the truck stop right before we hit the state line. I'm feeling good now.



Good. Dreary days rock.



Oh shit. Hide the beer.



Traffic in Nashville.



This is the BellSouth building in downtown Nashville. Also known as the Batman Building.



Into Kentucky.



Woah, I'm really drunk. The driver says he's going to crash for a few hours. He's been driving all day.

Finding Transportation

Rrrrrggggggg. Nothing stands in my way.



I don't need to stinkin' hands to hitchhike. All I need is my evil stare.



Hell yeah. Some poor sap stopped for me.



Take me to Milwaukee. And open the door for me, damn you.

Evil Mission

OK, fucksticks. Here I am, getting out of the shiggy. I've got to find a house and a computer. I need to move on the bigger and better things.



I'm sure this path leads somewhere.



Well, looky here. A whole stack of houses to choose from.



So I broke in and got to a computer. The first thing I did is log in to this site to find out what was up with my wimpy Good twin. Ha. Idiot. Then I decided to search for "Beer Capital of the United States" and find out what pops up. Holy shit, check this out. I'm going to Milwaukee, bitches.

Bail (With Strings Attached)

A man named Bubba has bailed out Diddy's Good Mug. Check out his huuuuuge dick.



In return for putting up the bail money, Bubba decided he wanted a hole. Note the odd drinking and/or smoking device on the left. Bubba's big and dumb, but he's apparently smart and worldly too. If you're thinking Bubba wouldn't have possibly put up bail just for a piece of tail, you're right. Stay tuned...

Nothing Good About This

Diddy's Good Mug ended up in a grungy cell with a dirty floor. One phone call? That's apparently a myth. No call. No food. What kind of jail is this? This is definitely NOT what Diddy's Good Mug was compelled to search for.