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Jumping shoeless Jesus on a hotplate! Are you sure that you're a man, you odious leach-covered blob of quivering slime? You don't even classify as homo sapien! You're like a dating magician: you leave the table in the restaurant to use the toilet, and your date disappears. You have a face that only a mother could love - and even she hates it. I've seen people as fugly as you before, but I always had to pay admission. Who ordered the dunce with extra stupid sauce? You should improve your IQ by having your brain amputated, you heteroclite example of why pregnant women shouldn't work with plutonium. You know what they say: average in height, average in bed. Lose some weight, you fat fuck. I bet you have to order your clothes in three sizes: Extra Large, Jumbo, and Oh-My-God-It's-Coming-Towards-Us. You're an unemployable, lazy lout. If you got up with nothing to do all day, you'd go to bed with only half of it done. You really should stop buying material for your clothes at curtain sales. I'd tell you to go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, but looking at that stupid grin on your face, I'd say you already have.
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