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 on the highway stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie in the twilight,
and I knew what strong deodorants were for.

The judge declared I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel while in labor,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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