Now really, could I ever, in my wildest, wildest dreams concoct a scene where one walks into a German pub / biergarten in Northern Wisconsin and beholds 2 300+ pound Wisconsin fratties, 2 100 pound emos, 3 50-year-old J. “what is, he a used car salesman?” Looneybird clones, 1 dude in a cowboy had, 1 cancer patient, 2 Harley Davidson bikers, and a chick playing a tambourine bumping and grinding to a live band on top of a table, beneath 2 armored knights and precariously close to a glass case filled with antique steins?
And then, could I awake from this Prussian surrealism to find that the Pirates of Gitche Gumee have invaded town and that Super Walmart’s biggest grocery competitor has decided to ramp up their image by participating in a beef fest by constructing a theme ala The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
Trig's Beef-a-rama Massacre
Trig’s Mighty Display
