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 Sheboygan sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini with her cobra,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

The painters knew I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with her guru,
I pushed her off the bridge and waved goodbye.

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