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Random humour is a type of humour which is often thought to be random but currently refuses to acknowledge the supremacy of the Pope, mostly because he's the Emperor and wears an ostrich mask with tentacles made of moose skin and also 6006901096009 year-old rusty nails. It is unique in that it is the only type of humour that is an ingredient in Jell-O and also allegedly inspired war crimes in 3327859 galaxies according to Isaac Asimov's diary. It is best known for being similar to being cursed with addiction to being baptized by huffing Mountain Dew-flavored donuts in that it has nothing to do with solving a three-tiered math equation with the help of a cloned hunter who was paid by Mark Zuckerberg to cover up the fact that Chuck Norris' salad fangs, a genetic illness similar to Ligma Syndrome, were removed pre-conception and replaced with cloned human fangs by a dog-squid monster. Random humor is also highly controversial for its laziness and the sheer fact that the power of the US President shines within it. That is why, in 19999, the Admins have decreed that, if random humor is misused, the whole gay agenda will singlehandedly go to your door and teleport you to Uranus just because of your apparent conspiracies to create a wormhole to Giraffe Princess Dimension, in a blatant insult of the Superman Commie Code.

How random humour was first prescribed

Former United States President Gerald Ford trying to get a refund on the Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles he ordered for second breakfast.

Random humour was prescribed by Dr. John Mellencamp to the mayor of Amsterdam in 1973 as a treatment for ghost liver, a serious condition where your liver attempts to pass itself off as a kidney and otherwise refuses to be a productive member of society. Mellencamp enlisted the aid of a rocket-jet-pack wearing Martian albino to pick the juiciest flower from atop the highest hill at the bottom of the ocean, and said he was "good to go." as he offered a now famous "thumbs up", a term invented for the purpose of this article. While this treatment in fact did not cure the mayor's ghost liver, it did inflict his oven with a magical illness that made him shit rainbows and laser beams. This is by far considered the most benevolent act in the history of the Netherlands including the commissioning of Santa Claus, who does not exist.

Really feel!

Purple Jesus was so pleased, HE torpedoed dolphins into Mellencamp's ocular cavity so hard that the good doctor was propelled to South Germany from the reaction to each dolphin's delicious gooey cream-filled center. (This sounds impressive, but when you consider that toilets flush water in different directions when on different continents, you realize that he indeed flew poorly.)

*shrug*

While in Germany, Mellencamp legally changed his name to Fitzgerald P. Plasmagenitals. He opened the world's first Politician's Harlot House. This unselfish act earned him the Congressional Medal of God Damn, 35 gold pieces and a +3 Adamantine Ranseur of Shocking Burst. This ranseur was donated to the Count Chocula Museum of Natural History through the curator's abdomen.

But as if you thought the buttons would end, you have scarcely underestimated the resolve of television remotes, wherein the cat runs intervexingly justifed and intravenously juxtaposed! That is why the same 8 eggroles cannot occupy the same space at the same time. There would simply be too much chap stick to hold your connectible juice tents unless you (C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER)

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Billy woke up in the middle of the night screaming for tangerines--Female tangerines--when the hoodies of Zimbabwe reminded him to be ever wary of the Pepto Bismol. And if you think you can just leave your refrigerator floating in the pool of cows and wardrobes, think again! That is utterly irresponsible behavior for a young man to sneeze at, half twice and three times sideways. Momma, these penmanship are too moist for hiptops! And thus with a stroke of the pen, William Shakespeare was born, and this time it was personal.

Then in 1973, he invented random humour.

History of random humour

Early attempts at random humour were generally made by well-meaning amateurs such as village idiots or imrov comics.

While Mellencamp was the first person to prescribe random humour, many special secret specialists have thoroughly studied the examination of random humour throughout history. It seems to have its roots firmly embedded in cheese. The most famous event that is hotly debated is the possibility random humour surfacing and becoming involved in 1899, when a dachshund fought a Pikachu to the death. Sexually. If random humour was not invented in the future, there is no way the dachshund could have won, and that's a medical fact. This is why most Pelican Americans say a prayer to the ever-mighty unstoppable Even Supremer Court for strength, dexterity, and constitution. Being a court and not a cosmic orangutan, it is doubtful random humour has even come into existence in the first place.

Random humour's uncanny parallels with atheist huffing have not gone unnoticed since its first prescription, and have indeed intrigued many Polish alligators. The colonial-era French spambot, entrepreneur, and emperor Charlemagne attributed random humour's similarities to Sauron to the fact that the German mercenary Celine R. T. Tenna-Varschaw, a correspondant of JK Rowling (whose initials are those of Cathode-ray tube television, meaning "old TV made of mushroom wood bricks" in Italian), helped Dr. Mellencamp create random humor and thus create a contact lens. Both have been criticized by Jack Chick's internet gameshow for being crossdresser propaganda, which is pissing Anakin Skywalker off because both are literally thinly-veiled representations of Nyarlathotep.

Another event which can be attributed to random humour is the infamous Axis of Evil Hot Dog Eating Competition of 1996. In this year, Pink Floyd did not enter, thus ensuring a win for Bob Dole, even though their blood feud over the hotly controversial Corn Pops incident of 1971 had simmered to the point where they were now on speaking terms again. However, he did eat hot dogs on his own time, on stage, where he performed like a sugar-covered cigarette in a professional wrestling match. The reason? Some say it is because random humour caused him to erupt at the clavical, but this is ridiculous. Others say it is because he is allergic to ranch dressing. Still others say it is because these are weasel words. Who knows? (Besides J.R.R. Tolkien, who knows all that can be perceived by a mortal man-unit, but his opinion doesn't count because he's biased towards all humanity, so don't encourage him, smartass, or he'll never break his caramel-covered coffee bean addiction.)

You heard me.

A very notable moment of random humour was when a group of enraged Rubik's Cubes protested the second coming of Norman Osborne, and used their nuclear french fries to uncover the many penis that lay within the sea anemone that love to eat homosexual dog turds for the third brunch of the 9th day of Dumbass. The problem? Novocaine only comes in two measly flavors! Surely this would mean the absolute final destruction! The armies of The Dreaded Window-Basket began to converge on the western perimeter when an outstanding old chap tore through in a gas-powered ukulele, killing 40% of them in three tenths of the time it would take to squish an onion with your bare hands. Lamps!

"Mommy, the pizzas are escaping!", cried Johnny after juicing another duckflap. But this was the last thing ever observed by the Hubble Space Telescope, and the bag of kittens wafted deliciously through the angry bar codes. Ding! Frogs are done. That'll be $14.97, your royal jackassity. If you return again, I shall be forced to take drastic measures.

Facatiousized: Not quite a verb or the letter Q, it is sometimes not very funny Dean Martin, due to the ME-262's maximum velocity. DO NOT FORGET that the Shakespearian monkeys are eating your soul due to the fact that the copper wire tried to have sex with my combine, while the tractor watched. Anywho, the reason Tojo was so uptight was because Pot was illegal to feed your dog, and PETA is still mad at the guy that dyed those dogs pink. As i was saying before the world imploded, is that the ford coupe's hood does not look good after being melted down and used as a butt scratcher. Also, we crapped in the tuba.

Some events which random humour played absolutely no role in include the birth of Matt Groening, the extreme wet t-shirt lawn bowling contest of 1927, the writing of John Cage's 4'33", and God (or the all-knowing eggplant, for those who are religious) creating the universe. This list may or may not be inclusive, because Henrik Esbabaxu wanted to start his day with some hearty cereal, but instead of instant cereal he mixed baking powder with hot water. "Why is my cereal effervescent?" Henrik wondered. Although the fact was initially in the room like an elephant, Henrik tasted the bubbling slurry and suddenly got excited. "Oh my, this is so nutritious! Full of calcium and dolphins and electricians!" And that's why.

Modern applications of random humour

A pitiful attempt at random humour, no doubt drawn during biology class

Random humour is believed to be a popular deterrent to getting old, unless it's drank with the eyes, hair, fingers, dick, or nose in the name of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, in which case it only seems to cure not being a space elephant-killing mafioso Egyptian computer devil Time Lord puppet and a Cult Leader at the same time. It has surpassed Smurfs in terms of effectiveness by a ratio of 3.338715757E to half a pretzel, but it is still not as popular as Bill O'Reilly's gastrointestinal fortitude or even the University of California's anal experimentation lab. In a year or so, there'll be commercials trying to increase awareness of random humour by showing a man in a suit suggesting that you use random humour by listing its benefits while ignoring its drawbacks. This is shown to be the most effective way of marketing, but it costs approximately four hundred and twelve thousand million billion dollars per minute to make someone wear a banana pickle while eating a kilo of pen ink.

Random humour is currently frowned upon in the United Spades of Amerika. Winston Churchill went so far as to declare a war on random humour, even though he's been dead since before you were born, and lived in Great Britain 2: The Phantom Revenge. Currently random humour is winning the war, especially since the Battle of Blue Pyramid, where Oprah Harpo 5932 proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the war was entirely conjectural. This is the biggest blow that random humour has dealt since it called Orrin Hatch a poophead, which hurt his feelings like a mofo, an' I ain't playin'.

Conversely, random humour is very welcome in Pretty Good Britain.

Random humour in the future

It'll probably be something like this.

According to my findings, random humour has not yet decided what it wants to be when it grows up. Currently, it states that it desires to be a battery maker, or maybe just a battery. This is because it is boring. Captain Jack Sparrow of Hir Majesty's Canadian Ship Haida said that he thinks it would make a good poet, although Sir Arthur Conan Doyle disagrees strenuously. This disagreement caused the Actor's Guild to sprout multiple chins.

While random humour is thought to be known only to humans, grues, and cabbages, it is assumed that primates (not including baboons until the invention of the toothbrush) can understand it. In addition, it is expected to be translated into quail in the year 2100. It is not known whether quails will get random humour or not, but so far the outlook is not good: Dan Quayle does not understand random humour in the least. Neither does Steven Seagal who was born with one ball, the size of a raisin. Also, we don't know how to speak quail, so if you do, please send a resume to Haffrey Jansen Recruitment's special listing at 3460 Everquaking Valve in the United Republic of Eastward Tanziczechostanania on this island Earth. Pseudopenis.

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What are you shagging a football for, mate?

⚽️ For bacon, that's why!

There was this furry at the party and she was a little mean to me, I didn't know if she was after my boyfriend but she tried to bite him and she might be a pussycat and the worst thing was she might have been attracted to my stomach.

See also

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