Your grandmother swam after troopships.
Your grandmother was a troopship.
The filth-ridden warrens of ruin and festering mire which comprise your entire immoral being shame the existence of all mankind by mere association, for the unmitigated grotesquerie of your being is unmatched by any creature in all of history, recorded or otherwise.
I was going to tell you to go toHell, but then I realized that the people down there has suffered enough already.
Ghandi, if he were still alive, would shoot you.
If he were still alive, he’d remind you that his name is spelled Gandhi.
There is a logical lacuna in this statement through which one might drive a troop of oliphaunts. Please stop posting drunk.
See this underlined punctuation mark ? . That’s how big your brain is! When it’s full to the brim!
Eh, I was ad libbing, and I was tired. I’ll do better next time.
Pray to your impotent gods that I don’t direct my arts towards you.
See that you do. Thus far I have spared you and your mewling ilk the murderous fate you have earned so many times before. Fail me again, and I may decide my mercy was as misguided as your choice of shoes.
Bah, you’re like the jellyfish, with it’s one opening digestive system: you open your mouth, and shit comes out.
I’m sure, with your level of competence and intelligence, you will have many opportunites to shine in the field of effluvium disposal.
Your wit is inferior to your intellect. Your intellect is inferior to your courage. Your courage is inferior to your insight. Your insight is inferior to a doorknob.
Your coworkers told me you practice Seagull Management: swoop in from nowhere, make a lot of noise, shit all over everything, and then leave.