Viewing Thread:
"Insults"

What was a little harmless banter at work with my mate turned into a full blown insult match. Of course, it was still harmless, but with an endless tirade of choice insults, each trying to outdo the other with more exotic ones. Here's a choice selection and feel free to add your own, as long as they're good an not abject filth that your average kid on the street would say

Pleae note that these were in jest and in no way are meant to cause offence to any members here:

You obstreperous pile of offal.

You maundering panderer.

Your mind is steeped with vagaries.

You are a cretinous spasticated nincompoop.

You grubby ignoramus.

Your moronic simpleton life is highlighted by your ride on the sunshine bus every morning.

Your meandering debacle of an existence is akin to a microbe of fetid sweat lingering on the grimy ballbag of a baboon in high mating season.

You are an over-indulgent, inefficacious worm.

Your life is a dog t*rd in the path of human progression.

You are a recalcitrant oik, with no spherical rotundas.

You turgid, apocryphal, flacid, pallid watery sack of flesh.

You're a blight on the existence of humanity.

You scum sucking algae-eating harbinger of disease.

You putrid, acrid, deranged, toadying, sycophantic piece of lickspittle.

You idol worshipping, egocentric, heathen philstine. Do you truckle?

You carrion-feeding, verminous craven. Do you rave?

You foul-mouthed, insipid dullard.

You shepherding, feculent goat defiler.

Eat filth you gambolling, leper loving half-wit.

Get out you odious, dunderheaded, demented palooka.

Shut up, you vomit-ridden, donkey penetrating, squalid fatuous peasent.

You noxious, vitriolic buffoon.

You flaming mephitic mongrel.

What was a little harmless banter at work with my mate turned into a full blown insult match. Of course, it was still harmless, but with an endless tirade of choice insults, each trying to outdo the other with more exotic ones. Here's a choice selection and feel free to add your own, as long as they're good an not abject filth that your average kid on the street would say

Pleae note that these were in jest and in no way are meant to cause offence to any members here:

You obstreperous pile of offal.

You maundering panderer.

Your mind is steeped with vagaries.

You are a cretinous spasticated nincompoop.

You grubby ignoramus.

Your moronic simpleton life is highlighted by your ride on the sunshine bus every morning.

Your meandering debacle of an existence is akin to a microbe of fetid sweat lingering on the grimy ballbag of a baboon in high mating season.

You are an over-indulgent, inefficacious worm.

Your life is a dog t*rd in the path of human progression.

You are a recalcitrant oik, with no spherical rotundas.

You turgid, apocryphal, flacid, pallid watery sack of flesh.

You're a blight on the existence of humanity.

You scum sucking algae-eating harbinger of disease.

You putrid, acrid, deranged, toadying, sycophantic piece of lickspittle.

You idol worshipping, egocentric, heathen philstine. Do you truckle?

You carrion-feeding, verminous craven. Do you rave?

You foul-mouthed, insipid dullard.

You shepherding, feculent goat defiler.

Eat filth you gambolling, leper loving half-wit.

Get out you odious, dunderheaded, demented palooka.

Shut up, you vomit-ridden, donkey penetrating, squalid fatuous peasent.

You noxious, vitriolic buffoon.

You flaming mephitic mongrel.

I like self-harm.

Life gets me down.

I'd rather die.

Unbeliever wrote:
>Your meandering debacle of an existence is akin to a microbe of fetid >sweat lingering on the grimy ballbag of a baboon in high mating season.


That's a good one.

I was feeling particularly enigmatic when I constructed that little beauty. It took my mate about half an hour to send one even resembling anything as good.

Ju§t Tinkª wrote:
> I like self-harm.
>
> Life gets me down.
>
> I'd rather die.

Do you know where you would go after death?

Into a little box..

And where would your spirit go?

How do you know we have a spirit?

We have the ability to worship God.

But how do you know?