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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Nick

I met her in a treehouse sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini with a wetback,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

I shrieked in pain I'd salivate forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd black out in her Maytag,
I pushed her off the bridge and waved goodbye.

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