I will most humbly take my leave of you. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will not more willingly part withal.
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maandag 4 april 2005 @ 13:18 door Merino
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4 april 2005 @ 13:51 -
Threepwooderean Insulter
4 april 2005 @ 13:58 -
You fight like a dairy farmer.
5 april 2005 @ 08:48 -
How appropriate, you fight like a cow!
5 april 2005 @ 09:13 -
I once owned a dog that was smarter than you.
5 april 2005 @ 13:43 -
He must have taught you everything you know.
Every word you say to me is stupid!
5 april 2005 @ 15:08 -
I wanted to make sure you´d feel comfortable with me.
I´ve spoken with apes more polite than you.
6 april 2005 @ 13:17 -
I’m glad to hear you attended your family reunion.
Have you stopped wearing diapers yet?
6 april 2005 @ 13:20 -
Why, did you want to borrow one?
You make me want to puke.
6 april 2005 @ 13:55 -
You make me think somebody already did.
You can’t match my witty repartee
6 april 2005 @ 14:00 -
I could, if you would use some breath spray !
This is the END for you, you gutter-crawling cur!
6 april 2005 @ 14:24 -
And I’ve got a little TIP for you, get the POINT?
I can’t tell which of my traits have you the most intimidated
6 april 2005 @ 14:29 -
Your odor alone makes me aggravated, agitated and infuriated.
You’re repulsive as a monkey in a negligee.
6 april 2005 @ 16:04 -
I look that much like your fiancee?
I’ve heard you were a contemptible sneak.
6 april 2005 @ 16:12 -
Too bad no one’s ever heard of YOU at all.
I got this scar on my face during a mighty struggle!
7 april 2005 @ 13:15 -
I hope now you’ve learned to stop picking your nose.
En Garde! Touche!
7 april 2005 @ 13:51 -
Oh, that is so cliche!
Coming face to face with me must leave you petrified.
13 april 2005 @ 15:54 -
Is that your face? I thought it was your backside!
When your father first saw you, he must have been shamefaced.
13 april 2005 @ 16:08 -
At least my father doesn’t buy his underwear laced.
I’ll leave you devastated, mutilated and perforated.