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 gay bar ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail with her cobra,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.
Her rabbi said I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel in her Maytag,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.
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