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The SuppL3Mentary Story 0F ranÐÕm By Jacob Wallraff It is a very strange thing when one finds oneself wearing one’s clothing on the wrong part that one’s body.  In this case, said one would be Random. Random was wearing his shorts on his hands and his socks as pants.  He was wearing his shirt both backwards and inside out on his head, and at the moment he was being academically bulimic to himself.   Senor, who was standing by and still not a Mexican, said “You know, you look rather odd, but I just can’t put my finger on it,” “I’d rather you not,” said Random stari

The Great Er Story of Random (Sequel to “The Great Story of Random”) By Jacob Wallraff When we left Random, he was screwing a light bulb into the ground.  Let’s see how he’s doing. “It’s rather hot in here…” said Random as the light bulb was subject to the first spontaneous combustion the world has ever seen.  He was blown up out of the hole he happened to be in and up to a group of 4 people, two of which were Junk and Pablo. Pablo died of obesity then. Junk died of laughing. The other two people, whose names were Pan and Inkjet, were overcome with a strange and most like

The Great Story of Random (Or Something of The Sort) Once upon a time sometime in the something-eighth century, there were 3 persons.  Their names were Random, Junk, and Pablo (not a Mexican). Random had a disease.  It’s just that… well… hence his name, random stuff happens around him.  I will now proceed to tell the story of him from the time his disease became relevant. So anywhen Random, Junk, and Pablo where walking through a cornfield when Random was struck with a strange notion that he might be sick.  He sneezed. Backwards. “What?” said, Pablo? “Um I think