Excerpted from the Copenhagen Herald Courier:

The resident of Little Rock, Arkansas wore a look of defeat and spoke in a hushed, resigned tone.

“I flew half way across the world for this endeavor. I sold my truck, my reasonably nice sofa, had to call in the last marker I had with my brother Lou and for what?  To fly all the way out here and then get rejected by some euro-trash working at a convenience store.”

“What did I say?  I told him to ‘Get the {redacted} out of here.’  No Copenhagen in Copenhagen?  What kind of horse{redacted} is that?”

When asked what his itinerary held in store for him next the man replied, “I’m out of this {redacted}hole and off to Australia to have a Fosters.”