There was a point to this, but it has escaped my mind

 

posted by Geiri at 10:54 a. m.

 
Alltaf gaman að láta drulla yfir sig. The Insult Generator snilld. Það er líka gaman að blogga í vinnunni. Helv. djöf. tölvan heima er on da blinks. Welcome hóm djó and stimes c jússss fridaysss or saturdaysssss. Og ég mæli eindregið með Joes Crab Shack, i hear they do the best POPCORN SHRIMP DINNER north of Alabama...........................


Hér kemur svo insultið mitt:
What a putrid putrid waste of a penis you are, you ridiculous little mascara face-painted Jerk-In-The-Box. You couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser. You're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly gombeen who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid. Who the hell told you that you are attractive? Mr. Magoo? You're the kind pathological liar who even lies to an insult generator. All left-wingers are chronic alcoholics who molest small animals, masturbate behind bushes, and wear fish-net tights while singing Elton John songs. Calling you a pea brain would be an insult to peas, you jellyfish-sucking mental midget. Like your height, everything about you is average; except your stench - which is overwhelming. Your weight may well be proportional, but you've got cellulite that makes sumo wrestlers look anorexic. Professional what? Are you a professional simpleton, or simply a well meaning amateur? That's a sexy outfit you're wearing. Who shot the couch? People like you are the reason cults exist. Do yourself and everyone else a favor, go and take a fatal overdose of your medication.
posted by Geiri at 9:05 a. m.