Random is when something happens out of the blue, with no real reason or purpose. It, in my opinion, is WAY funnier than stuff that makes sense. Lets compare Frasier to Monty Python's Flying Circus, shall we? Frasier obviously represents organized comedy, and M.P.F.C. obviously stands for Random Comedy. If you didnt know that already, you are retarded. I'll show you what I mean:
Roz: "Ever heard of Lupe Velez?"
Roz: "Lupe Velez, the movie star in the '30s. Well, her career hit the skids, so she decided she'd make one final stab at immortality. She figured if she couldn't be remembered for her movies, she'd be remembered for the way she died. And all Lupe wanted was to be remembered. So, she plans this lavish suicide - flowers, candles, silk sheets, white satin gown, full hair and makeup, the works. She takes the overdose of pills, lays on the bed, and imagines how beautiful she's going to look on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper. Unfortunately, the pills don't sit well with the enchilada combo plate she sadly chose as her last meal. She stumbles to the bathroom, trips and goes head-first into the toilet, and that's how they found her."
Frasier: "Is there a reason you're telling me this story?"
Roz: "Yes. Even though things may not happen like we planned, they can work out anyway."
Frasier: "Remind me again how it worked for Lupe, last seen with her head in the toilet."
Roz: "All she wanted was to be remembered. Will you ever forget that story?"
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Mrs. Podgorny: Oh, a blancmange gave you an order for 48,000,000 kilts?
Mrs. Podgorny: And you believed it?
Angus: Aye, I did.
Mrs. Podgorny: Och, you're a stupid man, Angus Podgorny.
Angus: (getting a little angry) Oh look woman, how many kilts did we sell last year? Nine and a half, that's all. So when I get an order for 48,000,000, I believe it - you bet I believe it.
Mrs. Podgorny: Even if it's from a blancmange?
Angus: Och, woman, if a blancmange is prepared to come 2,200,000 light years to purchase a kilt, they must be fairly keen on kilts. So cease yer prattling woman and get sewing. This could be the biggest breakthrough in kilts since the Provost of Edinburgh sat on a spike. Mary, we'll be rich! We'll be rich!
Mrs. Podgorny (Mary): Oh, but Angus... he hasna given you an earnest of his good faith!
Angus: Ah mebbe not but he has gi' me this... (brings out piece of folded paper from sporran)
Mary: What is it now?
Angus: An entry form for the British Open Tennis Championships at Wimbledon Toon... signed and seconded.
Mary: Och, but Angus, ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.
Angus: Aye, but I must go though dear, I dinna want to seem ungrateful.
Mary: Ach! Angus, I wilna let you make a fool o'yoursel'.
Angus: But I must.
Mary: Och, no you'll not...
Angus: Oh, Mary... (suddenly we hear a strange creaking and a slurping noise; a look of horror comes into his eyes) Oh, oh, Mary! Look out! Look out!
(Big close-up of Mary's eyes starting out from head.)
Mary: Urrgh. It's the blancmange. (Blur focus. Cut to a desk for police spokesman. A peaked-capped policeman sits there, reading 'The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire' by Googie Withers. He lowers book and talks chattily to camera.)
Policeman: Oh, now this is where Mr Podgorny could have saved his wife's life. If he'd gone to the police and told them that he'd been approached by unearthly beings from the Galaxy of Andromeda, we'd have sent a man round to investigate. As it was he did a deal with a blancmange, and the blancmange ate his wife. So if you're going out, or going on holiday, or anything strange happens involving other galaxies, just nip round to your local police station, and tell the sergeant on duty - or his wife - of your suspicions. And the same goes for dogs. So I'm sorry to have interrupted your exciting science fiction story ... but, then, crime's our business you know. So carry on viewing, and my thanks to the BBC for allowing me to have this little chat with you. Goodnight. God bless, look after yourselves.
Which do YOU think is funnier. More importantly, How The HELL did you manage to read all that without getting bored?
The latest buzzword used amongst mindless teenagers as a way of showing just so utterly irreverent their predictable sense of humour is. Particularly dominant among English teens and University students, the word "random" or the act of being "random" is a desperate plea for others to recognise how totally against the grain of the norm you are and that you're really crazy and out there. Trouble is, being "random" is predictable, boring, moronic and extremely sad indeed.
Often used by an MTVeenager.
Uni Student: "Cheese! HA HA!"
Another Uni Student: "Wow that's soooo RANDOM! Let's go and buy some trendy clothes which have meaningless and pretentious words/numbers all over to make us look random."
For the love of God, stop using this word. It's not clever, it's not funny and it's not original. You sound just the same as all the other clone-like teenagers who think they're oh so unique for saying it. Give it a fucking rest.
Mindless teenager: Omg I have to tell you what happened it was just so random
Me: *clobbers with garden rake*
1) What teenage girls regard as the funniest type of humor.
2) The shittiest type of humor.
Teenage girl 1: Guess what? Cheese! Haha!
Teenage girl 2: Ninja monkeys steal my underwear at night!
Teenage girl 3: Monkey! LOL!
Me: *loads clip into mac-10*
when someone says simething completly out of the blue that has nothing to do with anything you were talking about
tom: "yo watsup jon"
jon: "i was walking to the olive garden today and i saw some guy with a top hat pop out of the sewer and he told me he was a rainbow six agent on a misson from Kibdue god of steel mugs so i told him exactly my deductions from the cherry tree last sunday"
Something or a group of things that follow no criteria or pattern. A word often misused by morons who don't know very many other words.
Correct: The decay of a radioactive isotope is random.
This is correct because nobody can predict exactly when the atom will decay. It actually doesn't follow a pattern.
Incorrect: Lol! Here r sum randome people I just met.
This is incorrect because the people have been chosen by a number of criteria: they are people that happen to be closeby and people who are willing to talk to you.
Incorrect: LoL here R sum randome words that I am thinking of.
The words are not random because you have specifically chosen them on the criteria that they are "suprirsing" or "unusual".
Losers who aren't funny use this word every sentence to try and be funny.
Imagine a random mouse randomly wearing a random little shirt coming out of that random hole over there!
Something unexpected and irrelevant, but often amusing. A very over-used word now, please people, use it when something really is random. See example below for a true example of random.
Holly: Sorry to hear your hamster died Bob...
Bob: Window cleaners for British rail should watch out for flying man-eating deckchairs today, swimming in from the south along with the flea-ridden coathangers. The calf needs the blinds shut due to his purple parrot problem, and the pet washing line needs a slap round the face for dropping the flying monkey on the "queen of the night" tulips. The muffin man is responsible for the sudden outburst of rain yesterday as he forgot to pay the rent on his blue strawberries. I'm sorry, did you say you wanted a biscuit?
Holly: Random! Custard cream please.