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 outside Fresno stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

Her rabbi said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive with her dentist,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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