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 ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with a wetback,
and I knew that I would upchuck on the floor.
I promised her I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd boogie while in labor,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.
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