Canada Dry

Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable We were greated by none. Hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass skirt and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada. But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial. Cananda its slogan should have been. Welcome to Cannada it's really dam cold. But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment. Or for that matter any enviroment. For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup and ice hockey. We had one true goal. we had come to drink Cannada dry. No bar would go untouched No bottle would not know are name. we would hit on many women. Score with a few and say we had slept with many. I was a religeous man and i needed to get in touch with with the spirts The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin It was a bold mission for which we had set forth. Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but we still somehow walked and functioned in disquise of semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth we were writters once ment we were professional crazy people On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol an drink canada dry