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Thursday, 12 June 2003, 11:24 AM
Diss and that

Truly faboo. It's the InsultMonger site, with both invaluable resources on insults in various languages, and various autogenerators for insults, flames, and dissing of various sorts.

I refer to your latest discharge of plebeian verbiage; in which, you have proven, once again, that there is no such thing as unutterable nonsense. Dullard, do yourself and everyone else a favor: disconnect your computer from the Internet.
You read like a gimpzoid teenager splashing spit onto the monitor. Don’t you ever have a point beyond giving your fingers some exercise by dancing them randomly over the keyboard? Is that a conclusion or simply the place where you got tired of thinking? Have you ever noticed that whenever you sit behind a keyboard, some idiot starts typing? As Abba Eban so aptly said: "His ignorance is encyclopedic."
Calling you dull is a gross underestimation of just how tedious you are. You have the personality of a damp sponge and the appeal of a moldy sweat sock. Do yourself and everyone else a favor: take a fatal overdose of your medication. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you weren't so stupid that even single-celled organisms out score you in IQ tests; if you weren't so fat that when you walk down the street, everyone yells "Earthquake!", or if you didn't have a face that makes your dentist treat you by mail-order. Nah, of course you would.
Now, why don’t you climb onto that Special Needs tricycle of yours with the fourth wheel attached for extra-ensured retard stability and pedal your fat ass down to the sports field and do some “outdoors” stuff for a change. Hell, if you don’t like it, you can always offer to lick-clean the jockstraps.

Or there's the special "Arabic Surname Insulter":

Your surname means "One whose sexual prowess lies in right wrist movement" in Arabic.

And there are various categorized insults, Shakespearean insults, sections on swearing, and various obscene and/or insulting jokes.

You could spend a lot of time at a site like this ...

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