Seanachai

That's cool. When a man sets out to insult a woman, and that man is a man who would stomp upon the testicles of the men who would insult a woman, and that man has been offered a challenge of insulting a woman by the woman, and that man knows, that, come sundown, he's going to have to use all his Powers of Insult to insult a woman who has challenged him to insult her... That is a man who wants to be very, very drunk. I am that man. drum roll, mexican trumpets, rapid strumming of guitars Ah, Kitty. So, you have returned. Once again, you strut and posture amongst us, eh? You mock, you deride, you call into question the manhood of all the hidalgos who post here. You bring with you your little hangers-on, your lap-dogs from the Goodaler thread, like flammenwerfer. Your poodles. We don't need no stinking poodles.

I'll accept that challenge. Insults via email! I'll even let you throw the first insult. kittyusmc@hotmail.com </font>

I'll accept that challenge. Insults via email! I'll even let you throw the first insult. kittyusmc@hotmail.com </font>

I'll accept that challenge. Insults via email! I'll even let you throw the first insult. kittyusmc@hotmail.com </font>

That's because no one who can speak a language more evolved than something shunned by both the Germans and the French would speak Dutch. The fecking Dutch haven't been a world power since the 1600s, and the only thing that's still keeping them on the radar is pornography, their annoying if genteel cuddling up to neo-fascism, and their willingness to turn a blind eye towards massive cannabis use. If I thought I needed to learn a pointless bastard language for the purpose of insults, I'd learn something like Langue d'oc, or Plattdeutsch, or Pig Latin. Something with a bit of class. Not Dutch.

That's because no one who can speak a language more evolved than something shunned by both the Germans and the French would speak Dutch. The fecking Dutch haven't been a world power since the 1600s, and the only thing that's still keeping them on the radar is pornography, their annoying if genteel cuddling up to neo-fascism, and their willingness to turn a blind eye towards massive cannabis use. If I thought I needed to learn a pointless bastard language for the purpose of insults, I'd learn something like Langue d'oc, or Plattdeutsch, or Pig Latin. Something with a bit of class. Not Dutch.

That's because no one who can speak a language more evolved than something shunned by both the Germans and the French would speak Dutch. The fecking Dutch haven't been a world power since the 1600s, and the only thing that's still keeping them on the radar is pornography, their annoying if genteel cuddling up to neo-fascism, and their willingness to turn a blind eye towards massive cannabis use. If I thought I needed to learn a pointless bastard language for the purpose of insults, I'd learn something like Langue d'oc, or Plattdeutsch, or Pig Latin. Something with a bit of class. Not Dutch.

GODDAMNIT, WHAT ARE YOU, THE RED-NECK, FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME EQUIVALENT OF 'MR. ROGERS'?! Your 'happy smiling clueless' interpretation of the Trailer Park Operetta is starting to give me the red-ass. Liar! This I believe.

GODDAMNIT, WHAT ARE YOU, THE RED-NECK, FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME EQUIVALENT OF 'MR. ROGERS'?! Your 'happy smiling clueless' interpretation of the Trailer Park Operetta is starting to give me the red-ass. Liar! This I believe.

GODDAMNIT, WHAT ARE YOU, THE RED-NECK, FETAL ALCOHOL SYNDROME EQUIVALENT OF 'MR. ROGERS'?! Your 'happy smiling clueless' interpretation of the Trailer Park Operetta is starting to give me the red-ass. Liar! This I believe.

When you invite me to come over, you feck. I've got your MST3Ks back from Melissa. She thinks you're a hero. Goddamn it, I could be watching your MST3Ks right now...

When you invite me to come over, you feck. I've got your MST3Ks back from Melissa. She thinks you're a hero. Goddamn it, I could be watching your MST3Ks right now...

When you invite me to come over, you feck. I've got your MST3Ks back from Melissa. She thinks you're a hero. Goddamn it, I could be watching your MST3Ks right now...

We've filled untold thousands of web pages with enough waste to drown three ponies stacked atop each other, the last struggling to get a muzzle above the tide of ****e for a last breath, and you're worried that we might have left the outhouse door unlocked? I was amused, and I use that term lightly, to notice the recent references toward the concept that my 'story-telling' was something tolerated of an old, doddering and possibly grandfather-esque figure. Let me just remind you lot of syphilitic suburbanites that there is not one, not one of you pack of neutered poodles that could exchange insults with me, toe to toe, and survive. Not One. I exempt Peng and Berli, of course. Partly from professional courtesy, but primarily because we exchange insults in private emails that would leave most of you lot of tossers huddled on the floor of a closet crying.

We've filled untold thousands of web pages with enough waste to drown three ponies stacked atop each other, the last struggling to get a muzzle above the tide of ****e for a last breath, and you're worried that we might have left the outhouse door unlocked? I was amused, and I use that term lightly, to notice the recent references toward the concept that my 'story-telling' was something tolerated of an old, doddering and possibly grandfather-esque figure. Let me just remind you lot of syphilitic suburbanites that there is not one, not one of you pack of neutered poodles that could exchange insults with me, toe to toe, and survive. Not One. I exempt Peng and Berli, of course. Partly from professional courtesy, but primarily because we exchange insults in private emails that would leave most of you lot of tossers huddled on the floor of a closet crying.

We've filled untold thousands of web pages with enough waste to drown three ponies stacked atop each other, the last struggling to get a muzzle above the tide of ****e for a last breath, and you're worried that we might have left the outhouse door unlocked? I was amused, and I use that term lightly, to notice the recent references toward the concept that my 'story-telling' was something tolerated of an old, doddering and possibly grandfather-esque figure. Let me just remind you lot of syphilitic suburbanites that there is not one, not one of you pack of neutered poodles that could exchange insults with me, toe to toe, and survive. Not One. I exempt Peng and Berli, of course. Partly from professional courtesy, but primarily because we exchange insults in private emails that would leave most of you lot of tossers huddled on the floor of a closet crying.

You, new idiot, don't encourage him. It's only by dint of near constant doses of reality concerning his failures as a human being that his fecking ego hasn't eaten nearby communities.

You, new idiot, don't encourage him. It's only by dint of near constant doses of reality concerning his failures as a human being that his fecking ego hasn't eaten nearby communities.

You, new idiot, don't encourage him. It's only by dint of near constant doses of reality concerning his failures as a human being that his fecking ego hasn't eaten nearby communities.

You are almost...magical. Only Bewitched Panda Bears, and Seventh Sons of Seventh Sons of Poor Peasant Families, and Mermaid Princesses, are as seemingly clueless as you seem to be. I hereby proclaim you to be the Enchanted Redneck of the Peng Challenge Thread. Seriously. I cannot tell when you're jacking me around, and when you're being the Princess Di of the Trailer Parks. I figure you know who you are. That's enough. On the other hand, if God shows up one day with a 12 of Budweiser and a plan for 'making the Mud People pay', I think you should email me so we can discuss your response.

You are almost...magical. Only Bewitched Panda Bears, and Seventh Sons of Seventh Sons of Poor Peasant Families, and Mermaid Princesses, are as seemingly clueless as you seem to be. I hereby proclaim you to be the Enchanted Redneck of the Peng Challenge Thread. Seriously. I cannot tell when you're jacking me around, and when you're being the Princess Di of the Trailer Parks. I figure you know who you are. That's enough. On the other hand, if God shows up one day with a 12 of Budweiser and a plan for 'making the Mud People pay', I think you should email me so we can discuss your response.

You are almost...magical. Only Bewitched Panda Bears, and Seventh Sons of Seventh Sons of Poor Peasant Families, and Mermaid Princesses, are as seemingly clueless as you seem to be. I hereby proclaim you to be the Enchanted Redneck of the Peng Challenge Thread. Seriously. I cannot tell when you're jacking me around, and when you're being the Princess Di of the Trailer Parks. I figure you know who you are. That's enough. On the other hand, if God shows up one day with a 12 of Budweiser and a plan for 'making the Mud People pay', I think you should email me so we can discuss your response.

Wonderful. I totally cracked up, you bugger.

Wonderful. I totally cracked up, you bugger.

Wonderful. I totally cracked up, you bugger.