If your delicate ego is threatened here, why don’t you just go grab your blanky and your teddy and go take a nappy for awhile.
Well read a goddamned book, you slack-jawed neanderthal waste of carbon. Good god, just fucking run a search. You’ve got the most powerful research tool in the fucking history of the world at your semen-encrusted fingertips, and you sit there and say “uhhhh, I dunno.” Shit on a stinking biscuit, I wish we lived in a civilization that was sane enough that hopeless effluvia like you were strangled and flushed at birth so that you would not be waste of time to the rest of us.
Your intellectual capacity is that of a drooling baboon. Your appearance is enough to drive those of sensitivity to weep. Your personality is of such repugnance that those forced by some cruel fate to to live near you to consider suicide with every conversation. But behind it all, more important than all else, is your simple and utter lack of worth as a mere human being.
Do you not understand, you excrement? On the great ledger of humanity, you are not a gain, nor even a net loss, but merely a big black smear of ink whose presence stains the page of this generation with your foulness. We hate you. The people who are paid to act like your freinds hate you more. The thrice-cursed sow who brought you forth into this world hates you most of all, yet we all hate her more than life itself, for she lacked the courage to hurl your foul infant form into the sewer as you so richly deserved.
You complete value as a sentient being is no greater than that of the pus that oozes from a festering sore and drains down the ass-crack of a leprous elephant, mixing with encrusted feces and emiting a stench noxious enough to make any respirating creature within a thousand miles cry out in longing to the heavens for death, death, sweet death.
Don’t drag your mother into this. It might get ugly.
Now we’re talking! When I read the OP, it brought back memories I 've tried to suppress for so long. The days of slaughter and carnage, the ugliness of the eternal war of all against all. No, I’m not proud of the things I’ve had to do to prevent the continued waste of air by brainfucks like that bloated maggot.
I wish I could say I’m surprised that you wouldn’t respond to the post and would rather go with the mind-numbingly overused “your momma” joke. Not only are you a imbecile, you’re an incredibly uncreative imbecile.
And just in case you think I’m kidding around with you, I’m not.
Bite me, all of ya!
Seeing how you are taking all of this a little too personally, maybe you better wander around the other threads for awhile and cool off.
You, sir, are no gentleman.
[sub]With apologies to Arnold Winkelreid[/sub]
Dude, if you think these are too much, grow yourself a pair. You asked for it.
I need to go take a big shit. Carry on.
Sure, as long as you promised not to get all weepy. I can’t stand to see a girl weep.
Hey I caught you sniffing while I was away. You one of those fart sniffers?
As with most sequels, this is merely derivate and lame.
Is it me or does thread feel like a fourth-grader calling Don Rickles a poopy-head?
blink, blink
You, uh, TAKE a big shit? Gee, most folks usually just LEAVE one in the toilet bowl before flushing.
But different strokes fer different folks, dearie.
I dunno about this. I think the guy just called me a “fart sniffer.” I guess he’s like 12.
OK, that was fun. I’m outta here. I’m feeling verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves. I’ll give you a topic. Sticks and stone will break my bones but words will never hurt me. Discuss.
This is so pathetic. I just got the “nice guy, but” speech for the 38th time the other night, and I’ve got repressed hostility up the ass. But instead of a target worthy of my resources, I’m f*ing Patton assigned to capture a kindergarten.
Obviously not. A mind belonging to such a creature as yourself does not have even a millionth of the capacity necessary to withstand even the most feeble of epithets. I spit on every femtosecond of your existence, for each seems like an eternity, populated solely by your endless inane remarks. You spineless simian. You rotten rutabaga. Even as livestock feed, you are insufficient.
If any reasonable system of justice were upheld in this world so foul as to have spawned you, every man, woman and child who inconvienienced or maligned you in any way would be forgiven for all of their prior sins. Of course, by the same token, any pitiful soul foolish enough to reward your insufferable insolence with even a moment of joy should be cast into an exploding star immediately. Your mere presence makes the Sun die that much faster. If it were possible, I would sacrifice my life in an instant to spare the world of even a nanosecond of your existence.
You, scaly sod, cirrhotic cephalopod, are a blight upon humanity, a race that your horrible deeds can barely be attributed to. My mind reels as it attempts to describe your sheer horridness, as no single word or combination of words could ever begin to suffice. Even the most effective phalanx of words ever chiseled, a series of phrases sweeping and destroying, is unsuitable in even summarizing the pain you have wrought.
I renounce you.
Good shit. “Renounce.” The best word ever.