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!

For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep singing!

Nick

I met her in a gay bar dead all over,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie with her cobra,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore.

The judge declared I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off while in labor,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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