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 dead all over,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail in the twilight,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.
I promised her I'd salivate forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel on a surfboard,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.
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