Insult me.

“Exactly.”

“Heavens to Besty!!! Rugshot!,, you are such a fartknocking hamster smuggler for not giving me a chance to play at this one. Cornhole master!!!”

“fartknocking hamster smuggler


oh man thats funny”

“Ultra you are a full glass of snot that has been sitting around for more then a week.

You also remind me of spoiled meat at the bottom of a waist baskit in the hot summer sun with maggots all over it.

How did I do?

8)”

“Obviously the sting factor was higher than Ultra cared to admit - otherwise, he wouldn't have closed off the contest so quickly.”

“Listen, mr. critical thinking-pants, NO ONE ASKED YOU AND THE CONTEST IS OVER.”

“SO HOW DID I DO??????

8)”

“What were you trying to do CMB, insult me or tell me about your kitchen?”

“You!

8)”

“ultra you sux”

“Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!”

“Your message board incompetence is an inspiration to botched lobotomy patients everywhere. Just as the strength of a solitary brick will not save a poorly built structure, your bold typeface does not redeem your craven incoherent words.

It seems your fingers not only did your typing, but did your thinking too. Have you considered suing your brain for non-support? You could type every thing you know on the subject on back of a microscopic postage stamp and still have room leftover for a shopping list. If you knew what you're talking about, you'd be dangerous. Oh well, as the late Douglas Adams said: "You live and learn. At any rate, you live."

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. You have the warm personal charm of a millipede and about as much class as a bucket of mucous lodged on top of a dumpster in a Blue Light district of New Jersey. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if didn't lack even the dim flicker of sentience needed to qualify as a imbecile; if your weren't so fat that buildings bounce when you haul your Sumo Wrestler mass down the street, or if your face wasn't so ugly that visitors to the Ugly Palace pay money NOT to see you. Who am I kidding? You would.

Please try to have some small idea of what in the hell you're talking about before you try to post again.”

“your such a jello fog”

“Well said Simer! Well put!

Who the hell is he talking about?”

“If Simer is talkin' 'bout my mama again, there's gonna be trouble.”

“Maybe he's talking about your wooly mammoth.”

“and I though I was world class in slamming someone.....


geez, I need lessons from simer...”

“Seems to me he should be suing his OWN brane! ;-)”

“Thank you, Thank you... lol :)”

“I am not about to divulge my arsenal of wit to this mere rookie... ;-)”

“I see someones been whipping the monkeys again...”