I was so fucked off with not knowing what's up with The Punchbowl Girl that I asked Hot Baby Roy what was up with her. He's having a run of luck with women so he knows about shit like this. Or is supposed to but his best advice was make her a CD of slushy love songs and tell her that you want to win her heart. That or see if The Suicide Diaries have any good love poems in it and try to pass it off as your own.
Here's the best I could find. I'm not fucking using it though.
Being In Love
Like a rare butterfly or beautiful foreign coins
you make my tackle jingle when you touch my loins.
He wrote a few more lines but scribbled them out. I guess he thought they were worse.
Ho hum.
