Honestly, would your heads explode trying to come up with a different insult to offend me? Cuz this one is an uber fail. I have been waiting for quite some time, but y'all keep letting me down.
We hate you.
You are stupid.
You carry Downs Syndrome genes.
You are your father's brother.
You have a very small penis.
On a good day you're a half-wit.
You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character.
You have the personality of wallpaper.
You are dank and filthy.
You are asinine and benighted.
Spammers look down on you.
Phone sex operators hang up on you.
Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you.
You are the source of all unpleasantness.
You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
May you choke on your own foolish opinions.
You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra.
Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath.
I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny
clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath.
You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel.
You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains.
You are degenerate, noxious and depraved.
I feel debased just knowing that you exist.
I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam.
You won't make it.
I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which
became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read?
Everyone plonked you long ago.
Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001
worth of electricity used to send them?
Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either.
We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order
to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes.
The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the
sewers in search of your git.
How's that? Need more?
