Post by fathershark on Apr 4, 2003 13:17:50 GMT 10
Button down that flapping upper lip of yours, goofy, before I staple it to the ceiling and watch you spin around like a fart-powered ceiling fan.
Shut up before I pull back that bulbos red nose of yours, let loose and watch your eyes light up like a pinball machine.
Shut up before I stick a red flag up your arse and throw you into a bull ring with a herd of cloned bulls genetically altered to ramrod gimps.
Shut up before I wire your eyeballs to a defibrillator; set the voltage to Kill, and smile as you go flying around the flashing coop like a beheaded multicolored, fire-farting chicken before collapsing conveniently at my feet so I can piss-out the flames and feed the remains of your fried gimp carcass to the pigs.
Be silent, you dingleberry-brained chuckling chump!
Quit with the reality-altering drugs before what’s left of your brain turns to mush and starts oozing out of your nostrils and drips onto your keyboard, you gone-to-Disneyland-in-the-head-and-never-coming-back untreatable mental patient.
You're talking like you have a death-wish. Well, you’re in luck, because I have a murder-wish.
Shut up before I smash your pumpkin head with a sledgehammer of verbal abuse until you lose all use of language and are left with the words 'Please' 'Kill' and 'Me' as your only grasp of it.
Shut up, before I send you flying into the wall like a gay crash test dummy.
Shut your lollipop-sucking mouth before I ram your coned forehead up your gaping arsehole and make you to dance the Macarena for nickels outside of your nearest Centrelink, stupid.
I swear, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll finger-fuck your eye sockets, get a bowling ball grip on your pumpkin head, and throw you back into the gutter where you belong.
I'll put on my sombrero and dance the La Cucaracha on your testicles if you don't shut the fuck up.
Shut your senseless lips that flap in the breeze like the sails of the good ship lollipop.
How about putting that into proper syntax, form, and grammar so I can at least understand what the fuck you're saying before I dismiss it?
You get ever more ridiculous with every word that comes tumbling out your cock-sucking mouth.
Rather than watch your fail at the flame game, why don't I just send you a revolver so that you can play Russian roulette with all chambers fully loaded?
Stop whining like an old whore. I can't be bothered to slap you about your wrinkled gin-ravaged face any longer - it's too easy.
Please try to have some small idea of what in the hell you're talking about before you speak again.
Can you spell "shut your fat fucking face, arsehole"?
I couldn't give an agitated gibbon's malignant left testicle about your semen soaked sob story.
If I wanted as much as the time of day out of you, I'd lay you out at high noon and read your beak like a fuckin' sundial, bitch.
Shut up before I pull back that bulbos red nose of yours, let loose and watch your eyes light up like a pinball machine.
Shut up before I stick a red flag up your arse and throw you into a bull ring with a herd of cloned bulls genetically altered to ramrod gimps.
Shut up before I wire your eyeballs to a defibrillator; set the voltage to Kill, and smile as you go flying around the flashing coop like a beheaded multicolored, fire-farting chicken before collapsing conveniently at my feet so I can piss-out the flames and feed the remains of your fried gimp carcass to the pigs.
Be silent, you dingleberry-brained chuckling chump!
Quit with the reality-altering drugs before what’s left of your brain turns to mush and starts oozing out of your nostrils and drips onto your keyboard, you gone-to-Disneyland-in-the-head-and-never-coming-back untreatable mental patient.
You're talking like you have a death-wish. Well, you’re in luck, because I have a murder-wish.
Shut up before I smash your pumpkin head with a sledgehammer of verbal abuse until you lose all use of language and are left with the words 'Please' 'Kill' and 'Me' as your only grasp of it.
Shut up, before I send you flying into the wall like a gay crash test dummy.
Shut your lollipop-sucking mouth before I ram your coned forehead up your gaping arsehole and make you to dance the Macarena for nickels outside of your nearest Centrelink, stupid.
I swear, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll finger-fuck your eye sockets, get a bowling ball grip on your pumpkin head, and throw you back into the gutter where you belong.
I'll put on my sombrero and dance the La Cucaracha on your testicles if you don't shut the fuck up.
Shut your senseless lips that flap in the breeze like the sails of the good ship lollipop.
How about putting that into proper syntax, form, and grammar so I can at least understand what the fuck you're saying before I dismiss it?
You get ever more ridiculous with every word that comes tumbling out your cock-sucking mouth.
Rather than watch your fail at the flame game, why don't I just send you a revolver so that you can play Russian roulette with all chambers fully loaded?
Stop whining like an old whore. I can't be bothered to slap you about your wrinkled gin-ravaged face any longer - it's too easy.
Please try to have some small idea of what in the hell you're talking about before you speak again.
Can you spell "shut your fat fucking face, arsehole"?
I couldn't give an agitated gibbon's malignant left testicle about your semen soaked sob story.
If I wanted as much as the time of day out of you, I'd lay you out at high noon and read your beak like a fuckin' sundial, bitch.