I've got some randomness i need to release so bear with the next paragraph then i can get on to serious blogging.
Cows. Marshmellows. they are two different things but can be combined into a baaaaaaaaaaaaanana split. It has the same nutritional value as a pencil in your ear. It hurts when it hits your brain but it doesn't happen to me cause I don't have one. Alot of people think randomness automatically equals humour. That making no sense is a sure way of being funny. These individuals think that just because they create a sentient piece of toast with a purple umbrella and name it tire iron, that they are comedians. They are mistaken. *shoves tire iron into oven* There is alot that goes into the making of funny. There is no specific formula. *switches oven on* Is it a gift from the heavens? a perfect synapses in the brain that creates comedy? *mmmmmmmmmmm BOOM* *opens oven* Mmm...grape jam. The lifeblood of funny. Got jam? We be jammin now. Uncle jam wants YOU. BEHOLD, the anatomy of a bad pun.
Ooook, now that thats over we can get down to some blogging. I had an X-ray today. Of my teeth. I've been bombarded with radiation. The film looks cool. Radiation is fun. Erms, my randomness isn't going away... Dang. Blog some other time, when randomness isn't as rampant as cows are in the desert.

penguiKnIGHT, eating grape jam.