Hey hurt a.s, does your mommy know what you do with the computer while she's
out trying to make a living and feed you?

At least you're not looking at gay pedophile porn, but I do have to axe you:
Do you enjoy listening to Michael Jackson?

You wouldn't have the guts to protect your own home - you'd crap in your
pants and run if somebody broke into your home and threatened you.

We Americans not only open the can of whoop-a.s, we give hearty seconds and
thirds.

You Canadians call the Mounties - the 'Always get their man'.  (Hmm, hurt
a.s, did the mouties 'rough you up' sometime in your life?)

I'd rather have a hard-working, taxpaying Spike live next to me than an
infatile, bedwetting, uneducated, ignorant glorified car washer (and
probably on goverment assistance) creep like you anyday.

OK troll, you have been fed.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As
they say in Texas, you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with
instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away.

I would rather suck off a lawyer than be seen with you.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little
worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a
weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a
big suck on a rotted sour lemon.

You are 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 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 are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are
a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell bad?

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress
us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be
available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive
its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you 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 are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid,
nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an
ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You
are 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 to have with 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 are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious.
You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a
meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile
one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are
deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of
wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the
source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You
grotty w.nking  artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish
foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated
tosser.  You churlish boil-brained clotpole
ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup
pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted
fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are
degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I
despise everything about you. . You are a bloody nardless newbie twit
protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal
parasitic pond scum, 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 that it goes way beyond
the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are
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. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can
really be this 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. After this, you may not hear
from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your
ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant
trivia, or any of the rest of  this drivel. Duh.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most
of your of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your
attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing
together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective...
Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count,
you will have more success.

True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for
granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget
that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more
difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read
your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a
handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social
struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you...