George Clooney is on the wall, sneering at Robert De Niro. De Niro had a copy of Jim Morrison's naked china men who had strings coming out of the end of their penises, which they used to fly kites and watch outdoor movies.

Grapes, when smothered in cherry vomit, tastes rather splendid, especially on Tom Cruise's birthday. I absolutely enjoy the summertime because of the giant pink chocolate-eating zephyrs who are angry at the walnut trees--all because the stupid walnuts are horribly wrong-tasting.

Oh why, Mr. Ediblehouse, must your hydrogenated oils consist of fine grains of sulfur? For your amplitude, I have summoned a walltree to view upon the opposite and upcoming wall which is nearing closer and closer towards the end of nothing.

She doesn't use jelly on her toast, nor butter, nor cheese. She uses cotton candy! What manner of madness is this? "Madness?" you may ask...

THIS...IS...RANDOM!