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?"
Frasier: "Who?"
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?"

|||Monty Python's Flying Circus|||
Mrs. Podgorny: Oh, a blancmange gave you an order for 48,000,000 kilts?
Angus: Aye!
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?
by Scribbler May 29, 2005
A redneck term used commonly with large vehicles. Referring directly to making physical contact with something else using the vehicle.
Hey Bo, wheredyaget dem deers?

I random over on the highway.
by Josue1 November 12, 2007
Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective
"The ancient feasts of dreams will roar with remarkable queefs."

"The clouds of kaduka will determine the monthly skeet of justice."

"Facing the green leaf gorilla is inevitable for the doy will chew milk under the horizon"

"When the silly two by four umbrella c walks with monks, I shall fuck until the skies shit out watermelons"
by peter October 13, 2004
People that you don't know, or people you met on the street.
Kourtney: Look at those randoms over there!
Kim: One just fell over(:

Kourtney: I am so bored
Kim: Me too, you wanna go meet some randoms?
by AmazingGrace(: June 19, 2010
A random is when a male gets an uncontrollable erection...
Often trys covering it up by playing games such as tag(It), hide and seek, egg(curl up in a ball) or army men(lay on the floor!!)
Terry:Hey sam whats that in your trousers...!?
Sam:ehhhh... LETS PLAY ARMY MEN!!!
Terry: OHH NO!! NOT A RANDOM?!?!
by Terry Houghton January 08, 2009
An unexpected hard-on.
Dude, I was in class and I just got a random.
by da hurbz December 12, 2004
An adjective used mainly by ignorant teenage girls to describe pre-determined, nonsensical words that are no longer funny.
Cynthia: "Oh my god! I am so random!"
Intelligent Marcus: "Oh really?" *rolls eyes*
Cynthia: "Yeah! I like dinosaurs! And monkeys! And ninjas! And condoms!"
Intelligent Marcus: "First of all, the plural form of the word 'ninja' is the same as the singular form. There is no such word as 'ninjas.' Second, that's not random. Half of that shit was stolen from your other friends on MySpace that are also NOT RANDOM. Third, you know what's really random? Glass jars manufactured in Mexico full of Komodo dragon semen. And Bill taping Nerf guns to his ankle. And radioactive ceramic electricity doing the Hokey-Pokey. That's random. Not fucking dinosaurs and squirrels and whatnot. Fuck off." *slaps Cynthia*
by Intelligent Marcus January 08, 2010
The act of being naked; most commonly associated with sleeping in the nude. (Adjective)
Cindy enjoys sleeping random on occasion.
by AJD1011 May 25, 2008

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