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I Came To America To Find Weak Beer
written:15th March 2004, By Clay

I came to America to find weak beer
but i got drunk and past out

hello there beautiful people
we`re in the very mellow Portland, Oregon
nothing to report here sir
i could tell you that we went out to strip clubs and had bar room brawls
with crazy Mexicans
but that would be a lie
what we did do, though, is play a gig in this amazing theatre called
Aladdins
really, really cool
some of the kids were out of their seats and carrying on like pork chops
it was great
then after the gig we were hanging with all these great people
one lad had a card that enabled him to access unlimited booze from his
uncles brewery
and he was shouting us all nite
that actually ended up being bad news
but the crew we were partying with were great
fantastic stuff
its so beautiful up here too
nasty cold ocean to one side and snowy mountain tops to the other
fair dinkum
its grouse
anyway
im off to get a deep fried Reeses Peanut Butter Bar
see youze
Clay