Your actions render you worthy of the deepest contempt.
Very effective without being profane. I like it.
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Your actions render you worthy of the deepest contempt.
Very effective without being profane. I like it.
I think I'm going with "douchebag" and "sheepfucker". Together they fight... well, not crime, really. Together they exacerbate crime!
Browsing the internet for "polite insults" I found this one...
The nicest thing I can say about you is that you're unbearable.
Your actions render you worthy of the deepest contempt.
Very effective without being profane. I like it.
Yes. Message carried without reducing you.
I like the word execrable.
There's always Lady Whozit to Winston(?) Churchill (or his grandfather): "Sir, if I were your wife I'd poison you." "Madam, if you were my wife, I'd take it."
I think I'm going with "douchebag" and "sheepfucker".
I'm partial to "shithead," myself.
I like a sonorous "You are a rat-bastard from the lowest depths of the slimiest hell"
Although there's something about a well-crafted phrase.
I'm like a fainting goat - any excess stimulation and I keel over.
HA! (And I just blurted that, loudly, in my home office. HA!)
EDIT:
The tea has passionflower, hops, lemon balm and chamomile in it. Maybe linden, too; and it's got spearmint for taste. Nice flavor.
I took the cal/mag at about 2 am, the first valerian cap at about 3, the second at about 4:30 with the first cup of tea, and then drank another cup at about 5:30 am.
I think tonight I will start drinking the tea when I take the cal/mag, and drink maybe three or four cups, and take 2 valerian caps about an hour before I wish to head to bed. I WAS pretty relaxed at about 4:30 am.
It's too bad Aimee and MM aren't here right now. They're both master insult crafters.
We do have a good turn of phrase, if the mood allows.
I think my favorite of Joe's would be "Fuck you with a combination harvester. Sideways." Crude, but allows for a fantastic mental image.
I once came out with the phrase "Goat testicles to you, Bucko!" at a drunken party back in college once. I have no idea why, but it was documented on tape. I'm not even sure it was an insult, though.