Sea Urchin brain! “Atama ga uni” (my friends favorite while an exchange student in Nagasaki).
May a thousand fleas infest yer armpits! :mad:
My generic flame:
<insert your favorite book/video game/hobby/tv show> is stupid, as are you, and <insert your closest living relative>, with whom I’ve had sexual relations recently. I question the marital status of your parents, and imply bad things about your significant other (if applicable).
Nastiest thing I ever heard was in a Transmetropolitan comic book:
“The best part of you dried up on your mother’s leg.”
…sheesh! I wouldn’t even use that one on you, Mull.
If your Mother and Father got divorced, assuming they were ever married in the first place, they’d still be brother and sister.
You’re so ugly, you’d back a buzzard off a meat wagon.
This may be a little over for MPSIMS, so Mods, a ruling if you please: Your brother called. His watch is missing. He wants you to check the bowl before you flush next time, okay?
Actually, my favorite insult is “Son of a thousand bastards.”
Dont know you Mullinator, but I heard you gave up sunbathing in
your yard because cats kept trying to bury you.
How’s that mate?
Son, you’re as dumb as a mule and twice as ugly. If a strange man offers you a ride, I say take it.
It’s men like you that make me glad that I date girls.
Well Mull, you certainly do suck, but you’re no Mark Serlin.
I agree with Deathllama
Oh dear.
Well, other than sockllama (bad idea, really), you may be the most insignifigant thing on this thread.
I can’t believe you even try to get up in the morning… I mean, c’mon, you’re daily input is with a bunch of people not only have you never met, but you will probably never meet.
And it’s not like they appreciate you at work or school or whatever it is you do. Honestly, shouldn’t you just stay in bed?
-or for the vulgar-
Jeez, couldn’t your mother hvae gotten at least an abortion right?
[slight hijack] Yeah, Ruffian has informed me what a bad idea that was. (eh, I thought it was fitting). Okay, mods, how do I kill off Sockie?[/slight hijack]
Aroint thee, sockllama thou rump-fed ronyon!
(Tsk. Worst idea I’ve seen all day. Of course it’s Saturday, and I haven’t been to work.)
If my ass looked like you, I’d shave backwards and walk around my dog.
All of you can bite me.
You suck. Your Father sucks. Your Brother sucks. Your Sister woulda sucked but I didn’t have $5.
Anyone can have bad breath, Mull, but you can knock a buzzard off a manure wagon!
It is with measured regret that I must leave your presence.
You’re so uninteresting that your business card is blank on both sides.
If I had a dollar for every time that I was enthralled by your power of conversation, I’d be broke.
Israel and Palestine would come to a truce just so they could, collectively, kick your butt.
You’re so ugly, you made the atomic clock stop.
The only reason that you had a bigger weiner than everyone else in your third-grade class was that you were nineteen.
I’d staple your lips together, but that’d prevent you from kissing my ass.
When someone asked if you were getting any on the side, you were confused because you didn’t know it had been moved.
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch…
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou…you whoreson
cullionly barber-monger…
- — King Lear, Act 2, Scene 2*
My humble curse…
May you a long life with hemroids.