G. Morgan grinned and said :
> I had a bad experience in OKC.
> --
> You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we
> say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions
> printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather
> kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in
> the Islets of Langerhans.
> You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little
> worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a
> cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a
> weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench,
> a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
> I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
> species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at
> the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
> Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are
> a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn.
> And did I mention that you smell?
> You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe
> player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world
> that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
> either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist
> as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you
> at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done
> to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
> Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting
> to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
> nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able
> to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude
> oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
> You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than
> you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short
> of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few
> chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God
> created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks,
> slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his
> standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are
> Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the
> slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You
> are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred
> trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
> You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid,
> nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an
> ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
> you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in
> a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup
> doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
> You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
> Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be
> read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your
> tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001
> worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big
> W. O. M. B. A. T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to
> trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order
> to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no
> normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the
> sewers in search of your git.
> You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
> obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
> emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
> loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make
> Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0
> mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie
Where's the rest? :D