Similar to Regallag’s, is the classic “Just don’t talk.”
Another simple, deep cutting insult is “No one likes you.” You could be the most confident person in the world, but if someone says that with conviction you’re going to be doing some questioning.
This is a battle of wits, and…
…you volunteered as a stretcher bearer
…you brought a knife to a gunfight
You…
Got hit with the ugly stick
Fell out of the ugly tree, hitting every branch on the way down
are a card carrying Member of the ugly Forest Basejumping Team.
I’d suggest you were of equal worth to pond scum, but I think pond scum produces oxygen.
you rate higher on the food chain than (other stupid guy) - but only because i think you could eat him, lardy.
You’re the Durex Poster Boy
(mutual enemy) said you weren’t fit to sleep with pigs. But as I am your freind, I stood up for you. I assured him you were.
The one that really, really annoys me is non-verbal (and in my experience most commonly implemented by high-power career folks, whatever the hell that means…) - it’s the stop-talking-because-I’m-going-to-speak-and-the-world-must-hush-and-listen gesture.
You know; manager demands an explanation as to why the widgets aren’t on display yet, in your zeal to give a complete and informative answer, you begin by saying “Well, I’ve been checking the deliveries for a week now and chasing the suppliers six times a day, but despite their promises, the widgets haven’t arrived yet”, except you only get as far as saying the bit in red, when the manager abruptly presents your face with his outstretched palm and says “I didn’t ask you for your life story, just tell me why the widgets aren’t on the shelf!”
After that, a lengthy interrogation ensues as to
Why haven’t you checked the deliveries? / I have checked the deliveries
Why haven’t you chased the supplierd? / I have, six times a day
Well why didn’t you tell me that in the first place? / Because I would have to cut off your fucking ARM in order to complete a sentence!
Here’s one that I’d rather not hear: lung butter. Geez, boss, I could have completely done without that image–it grosses me out just typing it. Fortunately, he doesn’t interject it into everyday conversations, just when he’s discussing what he coughed up, but I’d much prefer to hear “man, I got a lot of shit in my chest” instead of “man, that was a wad of lung butter.”
Awww. That brings back such fond memories! An old friend of mine used to use a variation of that phrase (burping in place of guzzling) all the time. Not, I might note, directed at me, that I recall