(puff, puff) I gotta do this...if it offends a certain person who artificially created updrafts in the price and suckered and otherwise mislead people by lying about "News" and "contracts" and related squirrel dung - good.
Ahem...
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of
filth. I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on
the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss
a lawyer than be seen with you.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before
attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to
access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up,
drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to
fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of
your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your
own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy,
squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an
ignoramus.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important
statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What
fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums
would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly
in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are
ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are
a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off,
pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless
crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered
bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You
gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing
beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are
degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you
exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean
rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it
goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of
stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a
stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of
physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of
stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I
don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half
baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel.
Duh.
I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a
load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you
have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success.
True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal"
people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we
sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find
these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I
would have never read your posts. It just wouldn't have been "right".
Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best
of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such
a demand on you. <EOM> |
