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 singing!


I met her at a truck stop wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with a wetback,
and I knew that I would upchuck on the floor.

I told her shrink I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with no clothes on,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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