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 wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili in her muu-muu,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.
I shrieked in pain I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me she loved my one blue eye,
But who'd have thought she'd run off with no clothes on,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.
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