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 gay bar wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper with a wetback,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

I shrieked in pain I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel with her guru,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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