Last Thursday night Eddie went to Ground Zero in his new clubbing outfit. The surrealistic approach towards bondage gear always wins in the end! Your new dances were impressive but no where near as impressive as the touchdown Eddie scored with that hot gothic cheerleader. Let this be a reminder to you, everywhere your Eddie is, your Eddie will pound away at the beats and the beatings like no one's business that matters. If you're in love you've never had the real feeling. If you're in love in the club maybe you're watching a little too closely as the go-go dancers make outside of duct-taped nipple piercings. Go to the newest dopest beat you can find and turn left. Eddie's out. That's a clue if you care.
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Go Eddie! You are the cajun cowboy scoring a coal black touchdown in the gothic cathedral of my heart.
This is a vintage example of the sort of mealy mouthed nonsense that Eddie Entropy was fond of spouting during his "club cultrue" period. It is best that we ignore this and every other period of Eddie's career.
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