so, what... you're about to make a speech?

You think we want to sit here and listen to your malodorous gob drone on and on for an hour talking about how cool you used to be? Do us all a favor and don't.

pasty faced misfit peckerwood.


:stomps off:

Does a kick to the shin count as an insult?

I think that's a marriage proposal isn't it?

had enough, faggot?

You're a mean one, Mister Toad
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Toad,

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!



You're a monster, Mister Toad,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Toad,

I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!



You're a vile one, Mister Toad,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Toad,

Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the ... seasick crocodile!



You nauseate me, Mister Toad,
With a nauseous super "naus",
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Toad,

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, with arsenic sauce!



You're a foul one, Mister Toad,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Toad,

The three words that describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, Stank, Stunk!"



You're a rotter, Mister Toad,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mister Toad,

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!

You Cat faced Bastige !!!

Undertadpole is what the ladies say. Just sayin'

You're such a girl UT.

Surely that should be in the compliments thread? ;)


Sent by thought transference

Tony, Tony, grey and moany
Got as much taste as a stale calzone
When it comes to music he's a big old phoney
And nowhere near as smooth as mascarpone

DOMFCOTL,ISN.

But thanks anyway.

You're waffly. There, I've said it.

Yehbut...waffly versatile.

I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

I burst my pimples at you and call your door-opening request a silly thing, you tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!

I'd like to, UT, I really would, but I just don't have the time ....