Jake: One Slob's Sojourn to the Emerald City.

Hmm, what's the best way to document a stellar visit from Ol' Mancaster?

Why not capture him in some dramatic lighting, imbibing in the local fare at many a well known establishment.

Perhaps sealing the memories in various stages of accoutrement will prove delightful. Or maybe filling his grimy paws with gigantic beers will suffice. One never knows for sure.



A mash-up of Tobias Funke, Grand Funk Railroad and about 15 beers.



Once Jake found the time-travel shades, shit got really fucking weird. The mystery ship to stink town was one Zep tune away from crashing into the astral plane.



A legit Tobias? Or an ideal candidate for your Saturday night sitter? I'm at a crossroads here people.



This dude either runs a flower shop in Dubuque, or makes coin purses out of dead hooker vag. Or both.



A Two Beer Willie who just happens to be about 400 oz. over his personal best. Working chopsticks proved too overwhelming for this young traveler.



There's that smile!



In an effort to close with a little dignity for Ol' Mancaster, this is about as clean living as the dude got in Seattle.

Look at how much fun he had! Seattle is cool!