Alright everyone has been saying cheese is random, W-T-F.
Cheese is the most popular random word but the frigen most retarted, as shown i will give you a perfect example of Random.
Random- Saying somthing that makes absolutly no sence but sounds wierd and fun so that you and your friends can call people it and laugh histericly.
Or maby one that makes more sence,...
Random- Somthing that makes absolutly no sence. Somthing that many kids like to do to make their friends laugh and just have fun.
Cheese is the most popular random word but the frigen most retarted, as shown i will give you a perfect example of Random.
Random- Saying somthing that makes absolutly no sence but sounds wierd and fun so that you and your friends can call people it and laugh histericly.
Or maby one that makes more sence,...
Random- Somthing that makes absolutly no sence. Somthing that many kids like to do to make their friends laugh and just have fun.
Random- Well just saying, my PURPLE DINOUSAUR is an EMOSAUSAGE. It has a UNIBROW, and MASSIVE BUTT PUBES. It likes lady dragons ASS CHEEKS because when he BREATHES FIRE on her ass cheeks it makes them warmer than warm, but he also likes the SHIT that comes out of that lady dragons ass cheeks, just like MOTHER GOOSE and MICKYMOUSE, because they are always telling rabbits that TRICKS ARN'T FOR KIDS.
Now to sum this all up= Purple dinosaur emosausage unibrow massive butt pubes ass cheeks breathes fire shit mother goose mickymouse tricks arn't for kids.
Into a run on, Purple dinosaur's emosausage's unibrow likes massive butt pubes and ass cheeks while it breathes shit fire out its mother goose with its friend mickymouse while they shout "tricks arn't for kids".
As you can see many random sentances can become other sentances that are just as good and make the same amount of sence,... NOTHING
Now to sum this all up= Purple dinosaur emosausage unibrow massive butt pubes ass cheeks breathes fire shit mother goose mickymouse tricks arn't for kids.
Into a run on, Purple dinosaur's emosausage's unibrow likes massive butt pubes and ass cheeks while it breathes shit fire out its mother goose with its friend mickymouse while they shout "tricks arn't for kids".
As you can see many random sentances can become other sentances that are just as good and make the same amount of sence,... NOTHING
by Sabored March 26, 2007
1) Falling out of your seat.
2) :So, are you going to homework club after school today?
:Yeah, I like that part too.
Random
2) :So, are you going to homework club after school today?
:Yeah, I like that part too.
Random
by Jshizzle2 March 20, 2007
by dhill October 30, 2003
Random is highly over used but when used in the correct context it should be something completely out of the blue and hilarious for example:
Jayne: So are you in Roch tomorrow?
Vicky: Yea are you?
Jayne: definatley... *sings* Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA FONE!!!!
Vicky: *giggles* ... random!
Both: *SING* RING RING RING RING RING RING RING RING BANANA FONE!!!!!
Jayne: I dont kno dude u threw that remote pretty fucking hard!
Vicky: Yea are you?
Jayne: definatley... *sings* Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA FONE!!!!
Vicky: *giggles* ... random!
Both: *SING* RING RING RING RING RING RING RING RING BANANA FONE!!!!!
Jayne: I dont kno dude u threw that remote pretty fucking hard!
by HellFire February 27, 2005
Once upon a time Uma Thurman jumped off a building into a pile of goo which was left behind when Mr. McDonald and his army of angry woodland creatures swept up her mama and the ex-Circle, defined to make people feel bad. Chickens will kill the mutant ninja turtles and everyone will grow dreadlocks and yell, " I WANT THE T-SHIRT "!
by Hyper Girl December 10, 2004
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:
|||FRASIER|||
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?
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
by tiff is hoe May 29, 2006