Lab #1: Random Generators

Random word/sentence/phrase generator:

She had a habit of taking showers in lemonade.

Nothing is as cautiously cuddly as a pet porcupine.

Mountain Out of a Molehill

cheese

island

pick

bathroom

Grateful

Loganamnosis

urubu

oscular

flabelliform

gemma

langlauf

Random generated poems/songs:

Rainy wintertime

A fallow, sunny deer stands

at the old tiger

You can send your dove

To any other place show your love, show your love, show your love to your sister

You want to give a play and get it all done

Want to play the dutch mountain jean

Random story generator:

Sharon Rabbit had always loved deserted Sludgeside with its joyous, jealous jungle. It was a place where she felt barmy.

She was a virtuous, down to earth, squash drinker with vast eyebrows and ample legs. Her friends saw her as a flipping, frantic friend. Once, she had even helped a whispering owl cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Sharon walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. The rain hammered like dancing tortoises.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Olsson. Nadine was a malicious dolphin with blonde eyebrows and handsome legs.

Sharon gulped. She was not prepared for Nadine.

As Sharon stepped outside and Nadine came closer, she could see the shy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want love," Nadine bellowed, in a lovable tone. She slammed her fist against Sharon's chest, with the force of 5766 tortoises. "I frigging love you, Sharon Rabbit."

Sharon looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the enchanted teapot. "Nadine, d'oh," she replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two tasteless, testy toads hopping at a very selfish Valentine's meal, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles singing to the beat.

Sharon regarded Nadine's blonde eyebrows and handsome legs. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Nadine.

"Please?" begged Sharon with puppy dog eyes.

Nadine looked barmy, her body blushing like a bewildered, bad blade.

Then Nadine came inside for a nice beaker of squash.