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 outside Fresno stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili on her elbows,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

I shrieked in pain I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd black out while in labor,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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