Random Week!

[Ashley]

Hrm.  You people seem to be missing out on Random Week. I apologize.

... No, someone didn't just get up and say "The first week of Feburary is Random Week!" It just... happened.  
On Sunday (Random day.) I was being ridiculously random.  So random I even noticed it.  So on Monday, I went to school, and told my friends about how random I had been.  Then they told me they had been very random as well.  Then one of them said, "It was Random Day!" making Sunday Random Day.  
But it seems the rest of the week has continued to be ridiculously random as well.  Today in TAG class, our teacher told had us walking around to other random TAG classes, and sitting down next to random people, introducing ourselves with fake names.  
And our school sells these massive cookies for 25 cents each, so I bought for, split them into quarters, and re-wrapped them in seran-wrap.  I'd walk up to someone, and say "Say something random!" and if what they said was random enough, I'd say "Thats right! You get a cookie!" and I'd give them a cookie.  
And I've been writing random notes at the bottom of my assignments.  "BASKEETBALL! Happy random week!" I'm hoping my teachers won't think I'm crazy.

There are other things too.  Shouting random words ("BICYCLE!" "PINEAPPLE!" "BASKETBALL!" "PARAKEET!"), random phrases ("Don't drop that bottle! You'll hurt our elephant!") and whatever else you can think of that is ridiculously random. I have found nearly everyone sees random week differently.  Its entertaining.

... but random week ends on Saturday.  I have no idea whether random week is every Feburary, or if its just random.  Whee.

I'm a bicycle.  And Baskeetball is a basket of parakeets in tomato sauce.

[Derwood Bowen]

Who set off the envelope alarm?  I wish speakers sympathized with colored pencils, otherwise my coffee would fantasize daily.  Jelly?  My kneecap makes good pans.  When phones are out of syncapation, it makes my sperm want to flip.  Fork?  Nerd? Go hang up before I scream at a Crash Test Dummy.  Where's your 32nd booger?  I hate Britney Spears.  If I don't shut the crap up real soon, I may have to borrow Nate's Nate machine as a Derwood machine.  Pod?  Computer?  Albatross?  Mercury?  This ridicules my last sex movie with a pencil sharpener once cats rule the land of good-looking feces.  Pool?  Robot?  Ice cream has no bones!  Who wants to play a game of Lint Racing?  Gore?  Flap your farts immensely.  Kill the dead.  Let's not forget who's reiterating the stand that failed to hold my lightbulbs together.  Eat the sardine, burp at Kelany.  Don't fail to beep at the Pizza Monster.  Your roto-rooter masticates so pervertedly that I may just throw up on a clown full of trains, and your sweetheart will not feel sorry for me, so I'll just put on a hat of things that don't make any sense whatsoever, such as that previous paragraph.

[Ashley]

... its ridiculous how many people don't get random day.  Most of them just say 'duck' or 'floor'.  "NO COOKIE FOR YOU!"

(this means derwood gets a cookie.)

[Nate_Derringer]

beware of my holy toenail. you are jealous of my neck, i dont blame you.stare deep into the spooky depths of my of my crotch!je suis un tres grande pomme de terre (sort of french:i am a very large potato), supplicate!!!! acknowladge me as the nippless wonder, now go forth and be a happy cabbage!!!!

[DJ Birthright]

NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Derwood Bowen]

The idea of celebrating Random week just hit me on a random day.

[Over13]

"Went to school."  That's funny.

[Derwood Bowen]

Who?

[Nate_Derringer]

Yo mamma

[orosaa]

"Sloop" is no random word at all (HMS Umpire could mean Her Majesty's sloop Umpire).  And by the way, I don't think it'd be hard to fascinate umpires, unless "conveyor belt syndrome" makes it takes a truly unique butt to startle them.  My 4 yr. old nephew went to Disney World but all he saw were butts.  He didn't see Ms. Jackson's unmentional.  That kind of love doesn't come to short guys, martains, robots, ghosts, trolls, purple anything, or Oprah.  She's not your momma.

[Derwood Bowen]

scroll down, there is a lot of space, but a random thing will show up
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Okay, a randomly placed thing was in the middle.  FIND IT!

[orosaa]

I've never understood vegetarians.  Things that Moo are meant to be killed and eaten, mainly because of the space their round piles take up whilst lying around.

[Nate_Derringer]

If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?

[Derwood Bowen]

Welcome to the waffle of deceased trash cans.  Your eastern potato will have to be scrolled into monkey oblivion.  How dare you eat your own box with a sprocket that neither bites computers nor manages a company of screaming duck tape?  Why do metal and books go together like umpires and party knives?  One minute I'm mooing a famous obscurity, the next I'm kissing a spatula in order to savor that one cat of incontinence that won't leave my cabbage a clock rat.  Pancake knuckles have mourned for a lost gorilla when the meteor of clown trains hear the snooze of Eddy's malicious garage.  I can't gallop over your fat X-ray, due to a 46% chance of humility.  Love is the last thing Annie needs when Diet Coke pounces on unknown waterlogs in every last wonder that ampersands and thermometers squawk about.  If an average sloppy joe zooms in on your new questionable snack necklace, does this allow for aliens to tag the stage of a decapitation that features neither your nor your own sock elephant of autopsy?  Envelopes smack the worst sausages when Jerry handles a window that smelts like barreled butter.  Spam nuts?  Spam nuts?  WHO?  If bottlecaps are mindless, where do you go for a lovely crater who wants to cuddle inside your cable box until the cat meets the king of Doofusland?  If you don't start hitting coke cans in the head, I shall make every idiot named Nina go into the soup club for unicorns, thus increasing your risk of underwear disease.  If a welded camera comes through the night of the barred pig, then you can officially strike dead a video that jinxes the inferior mannequin with a pizza that fries up inside your refrigerator, even if the fork of adoration entrails upon monster movies that neither weep nor smolder on top of lasting catachisms from Snoopy.  Don't fight your inner nugget.  Worried tulips?  Stop approaching that glass with your shrimp.  There is no hope in skating across the smurf.

(Hooray for the Randomness thread)