Thinking of YOU.
Posted on 08/13/2003 1:16:22 PM PDT by bedolido
Skee you said it better'n I've ever heard it - thanks.
Thanks for the Moron-Induced-Laugh-of-the-Day.
I'm saving that one for an e-mail to the only impeached, disbarred, but not-yet-indicted, President of the 20th Century.
Thinking of YOU.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour p!ss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
You canker. You're a sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You're a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You're a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You're a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You're a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You're are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You're vile, worthless, less than nothing. You're a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth.
You're a snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set him loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You're grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You're foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you.
You're unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion have to us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You're a waste of flesh. You're ridiculous and obnoxious. You're the moral equivalent of a leech. You're a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You're sour and senile. You're a disease, a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You're deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You're dank and filthy. You're asinine and benighted. You're the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You're a smarmy lagerlout git. You're a clouted boggish foot-licking twit.
You're a fiend and a coward. You're a degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You're trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be that stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me.
I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant, half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of your drivel.
P.S. May your birthay be as miserable as you've made everyone else for your entire life.
A well stated post with the Perfect Picture for his Birthday.Have you blocked out this memory yet Billy Jeff? I'll bet you have,hmmm on second thought, I'm absolutely SURE that you have.
Happy Birthday, Bubba!
Love and kisses,
My calico's sharp fangs
FMCDH
Think of how many innocents died on 9/11 who will never celebrate a birthday again, in part because Clinton didn't take seriously the most important aspect of his job - national security.
I would recommend that you flush twice to make sure that it gets there.
Get a divorce and remarry. That should do it. No more gagging!
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