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 jail cell ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne with her cobra,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".
I shrieked in pain I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel in her Maytag,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.
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