Your post is a tedious, homogenised, chameleon-esque scribble which amounts to nothing more than the demented cacophonous racket of a drugged lunatic banging loudly on kitchen pots and pans. Try learning elementary grammar before attempting to inflict your next literary abomination on this message board.

If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to drive an ant's Go-cart around the inside of a bottle cap. You couldn't get a clue during clue mating season in a field of clues if you smeared your body in musk and did the clue mating dance. Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? As Abba Eban so aptly said: "His ignorance is encyclopedic."

You light up a room when you leave it. No doubt your life is so dull, that you can actually write your diary one week in advance. Is there anything I need to know about you other than your a grungy social outcast? Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if you weren't so stupid that even single-celled organisms out score you in IQ tests; if your weren't so fat that your cereal bowl has its own lifeguard, or if you weren't uglier than the north-facing end of a south-bound mule. Nah, of course you would.

In future, if you have something to say, just shut up.

rant courtesy of
Insult Monger...