So.....are you a random person?

the dreaded fonderdoodle emerged from his library of doom late wednesday evening while the ducks migrated east of waxahachie in station wagons previously owned by the man who only did his laundry in orange marmalade, and put out fires with gingerbread made by his great aunt edwardita who spoke the dead language of the penguin eating elves who had long since been extinct because they were foolish and lost the last melon to the kangaroo gnomes who live west of oklahoma's leading toilet paper factory