I guess this is a little wierd, but my daughter loves insults. Creative ones, that is. Go stick your head in a bucket, hit twice with the ugly stick, back of the line when the brains were handed out, your mother wears army boots… all that good stuff.
Trouble is, her appetite is outstripping my memory. And creativity. Even cheating a little and bowdlerising some rather non-G-rated ones (“go have a nice steaming cup of shut up!”).
So come on guys. Insult me! In a family-friendly way, naturally…
Your not as bright as you thought you were, that’s why you weren’t called son
I know you had an opinion, but until air becomes visible, I can’t see yours
Nuff said, Please don’t talk to the hand, its not as patience as I am.
Subtle group insult, stolen from Roxanne: “I’d just like to say that I would rather be here with you people, than with the finest people in the world.”