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 at McDonald's,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.
I knew deep down I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd black out in her Maytag,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.
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