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  >> Static Item >> Prose >> Emotional >> ID #553464  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
To Insult Without Swearing
Sometimes you gotta let it out!
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Oh, loathsome sack of elephant dung,

You repulse me to my very core!

Your rotting mind of infectious decay

With scabs of pus-filled

Festerous rot

Makes my queasy stomach roil

In agony!

You've opened that gaping sour maw

That you call your mouth

To release a string of corruption

In an attempt to insult me.

How dare you assume to know me,

You retched bag of spoiled

Pig sperm!

I expectorate on you, foul incoherent

Excuse for humanity!

May you never darken my doorstep again!
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