You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing.
You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. I take that back you are a festering pustule on a weasel’s rump. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. Hey bepmaster, i just wanted to congratulate you: You swine.
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