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!

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I met her in a gay bar in September,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne with Miss Piggy,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The blood test showed I'd live off her forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled in my Edsel,
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.

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