Eurotrash Girl: A Very Poor Byronized Summary
He looked for his Eurotrash Girl every
where, without saying what the
hell that is,
and found out that crabs were
quite contrary.
Why should I have to write in
rhyme like this?
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
celery.
He ne’er found her; it was a hit-or-miss.
It was probably for the best; it
seems
like he should delegate her to
his dreams.
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