ad hominem

[parrythis]

You have the brains of an amoeba, the physique of overcooked pasta, and the personality of a wet fart. You are such a waste of protoplasm that the organ donor bank rejected your application.

[RITFencing]

Are you talking to a mirror, you waste of human life?

[Go? Fencing?]

Never argue with an idiot. First they bring you down to their level and then beat you with experience.

[Have At You]

Okay, I won't argue with you.

[Sciurus-Rex]

Your fencing is as weak as the sphincter muscles that allowed you to be born into this world to begin with.

[D'Art]

Your family gene pool is more like a small puddle.

[Farfetnoogen]

Somebody let you into the gene pool while the life guard wasn't watching.
(Blatantly stolen from somewhere else)

[RITFencing]

I think someone's been pissing in your gene pool.

[Go? Fencing?]

There's too much chlorine in your gene pool.

[Have At You]

God, you're SUCH a loser. Go somewhere else.

[Sciurus-Rex]

Thanks to your mere existence, the U.S. Legislature is considering a new law requiring a 3-month waiting period before people are allowed to have sex. And a license, too. With a test. And at least five personal references. With a very expensive filing fee. ... All so that no one ever ever ever makes a mistake like you EVER again.

[pigeonmeister]

Upon your birth, your father was heard to remark:

'I wish I'd just had a wank that night'

[Sciurus-Rex]

Huh. That's weird.
I must have picked up a computer virus or worm or something, because the previous message on this thread read like so much idiotic garble, almost as though a blindfolded moron typed it with his feet.

[pigeonmeister]

Huh. That's weird.
I must have picked up a computer virus or worm or something, because the previous message on this thread read like so much idiotic garble, almost as though a blindfolded moron typed it with his feet.

So as not to be outdone by a blindfolded moron, you tried to type your last post with your feet. Sadly you tripped over your own slack jawed underbite, and thus only succeeded in confirming your family's genetic providence as from the shallow end of the red neck gene pool. So shallow, in fact, that your Mother barely get her 7 toes wet.

[D'Art]

You fell from the top of the ugly tree, and hit every branch on the way down. Unfortunately for you, you landed on a trampoline.

[pigeonmeister]

Your mum planted the ugly tree, nurturing it with the staggering level of her own physical abnomality. Upon seeing the tree blossom a particularly disfigured bird gorged on one of its berrys. The excreted berry spawned a new and even more despicable ugly tree, of which a branch was harvested to make an 'ugly stick' of unrivaled power. Your mother, already enraged by your wretched features, set about persistently beating your face with the ugly stick untill your face resembled a cross between a baboon's scrotum and Ron Jeremy's arse crack.

[D'Art]

Some people have a face which turns heads. Yours only turns stomachs.

[scrapinpeg]

Wow. That was about as clever as a screen door on a submarine.

[D'Art]

And that's coming from someone who thought the chocolate fireguard was a good idea?

[scrapinpeg]

Tomorrow, my chocolate will again be edible. But you'll still be a dorkwad.