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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Nick

I met her in a jail cell with her father,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail with a wetback,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

I knew deep down I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me she loved my one blue eye,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out on her "Workmate",
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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