Randomness++

See? I can be random, too.

The purple rhinoceros was chased by the pink wazoo. The small feet were entirely composed of peat moss. The ant climbed on top of them in delirious ecstasy. Which smells like human emotion. Which is like pie. For inexplicable and incredible simple harems.

Milking the bulldog can lead to distressing results. The tear duct can be squeezed dry. Justice is best served cold. My severed limb is flapping in the wind.

Killing stuff is mindless good fun. Unless, of course, you're the one getting killed. In which case, you probably smell.

Like fish.

Or amputational devices.

Like Windows.

Or World of Starcraft beta's. Sign up now at http://i.amgay.com.

This is not a drill. This is a rather large giraffe. It will repossess your children. With marmalade. Made out of sheep's eyeballs. And similar surgical instruments. Kalsonic is a cool brand. It's gonna have all my baby cyborgs. With meat in them.

~Greg out.