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 treehouse with Merv Griffin,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail on her elbows,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.
A Klingon said I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out with no clothes on,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.
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