And in the backroom are land mines, cluster bombs and surface-to-air missiles.

When that beer-belly comes crashing down, Mr. E is going to catch some huge air.

Ewww, fucking bugs!

Geez, get a room.

Sit right down and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. It started from this weathered dock in canoes that sure can tip. In canoes that sure can tip.

Master canoeist, Michael, deftly avoids a spit fish.

A bicycle pit stop at the Twin Oaks Bar on lower Post Lake. It's Melissa's time from a real, Wisconsin, "Old Fashion" cocktail.

And here it is. Huge, delicious, and it'll set you back $2.50! Better have another Melissa.

Yeah man, this root beer is kicking my ass!

Gorgeous.