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 stolen goods she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini in her muu-muu,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I told her shrink I'd change my sex forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd run off on a surfboard,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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