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Worthy retorts
So I have absorbed yet another lesson. This was of coarse inspired by Rett's "The art of an insult" on his blog. Again I had so much fun reading his piece, I had to try it on for my self. I found sly insults come naturally when people are deserving, but wrighting them down makes the complete different view of it. I view I like exploring I might add. Hope it's amusing, make sure to go read Retts to. Here it flows.
Your not worth the quarter to call someone who cares.
If your brain was a burger it would be meatless.
If that’s what your working with then you might as well quite now.
Which makes more sense, that you were a complete accident or a horrible mistake?
I don’t know where you just flew in from, but you can leap right on back.
Worms come across less slimy then you.
What’s that on your head? Damn I’m sorry, it’s your face.
You are pathetic excuse only a mother could love, you hope.
Must be a few cabbages shy of a vegetable garden.
I’m sorry, did you leave something at home, like your personality.
Your such a piece of shit, I can’t wait to flush you.
What’s that floating in the toilet, your pride?
Could you please cover your face, your scaring me kids.
So what rock did you slither out from.
I know you didn’t do it, your just the idiot who let it happen.
What would motivate me to speak with a loser like you.
Your burning your wick at both ends aren’t you.
Thanks for your input, I will be sure to shove it where it belongs.
Your momma tried to give you to state, she just couldn’t get them to take you.
When you bend over I can’t you tell the difference between your ass and your face?
So where is it? I can’t find it? when you said it was small, I had no idea.
I hope that your begging god on those knees, because I haven’t listened to a word you said.
God sent an apology letter for forgetting to grace you with common sense.
If your looking for your pity pot I put it in the shed.
If you can’t remember it’s my way, than there’s the highway.
I see your lips moving, but I cant’ understand I damn thing your saying.
Way to much fun
Julie
D.D.