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 a jail cell dead all over,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili in her muu-muu,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

Her rabbi said I'd salivate forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive with no clothes on,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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