Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being
this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random
selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!
For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep
I met her in a treehouse in September,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Miss Piggy,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.
She asked me if I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me she loved my one blue eye,
But who'd have thought she'd black out on a surfboard,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.
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