You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we
say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather
kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a
jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth
into a hostile world. You are an insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the
puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then died of shame in recognition of what
they had done. They were a bit late.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf
at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You
are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell?
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 ever so much 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. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost
in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be
promoted to Engineering Manager.
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 loathsome disease, a puerile slack-jawed drooling
meatslapper. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version
1.0 mind in a version 5.41 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think
that http://www.guymacon.com/insult.txt is the name of a rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever
lived. Youwould rather read L. Ron Hubbard than Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test
patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality
of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and
sorrow wherever you go.
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 half-twit. You dankish clack-dish
plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup
pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted
clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are so clueless that if we stripped you naked, soaked you in clue musk, and dropped you into a field full of horny clues, You
still would not have a clue.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed
stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I
wish you would go away.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of.
Stupid so stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into an entirely new dimension of stupid. You
are Meta-stupid. Stupid squared. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity wher even the stupons have
collapsed. Stupid so dense that no intellence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer on Mercury stupid. You emit more
stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. This has to be a troll. It cannot be possible
that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang.
A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid be beyond the laws of nature I must apologize. I can't go on.
This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon
the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you
wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a
creative flame was pitiful. 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 post. 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.
You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome,
despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal,
fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic,
brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame,
self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous,
bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful,
destructive, dumb evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow,
manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical,
cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive,
dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim,
unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing,
arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile,
and Generally Not Good.
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