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You whoreson scalawag!" said I. "You flesh-turd dropped stinking from the poxy arsehole of a hare-lipped harlot!
Old Titme the clock-settter, that bald sexton,Time.
Whatever," I said. "It's getting cloying in here. Are we there yet?" He smiled. "Jerk." "Wuss." "Jackass." "Pansy." "Philistine." "Dandysprat." "Butthead." "Whiner ...
This episode of my life is brought to you by the letters W, t, and F. I do not understand.
Epithet, n.
I think the worst you ever called me was a "cunt rag."
"You mean I'm a tampon?" I asked. "I'm a tampon for not letting you drive?"
I laughed. You didn't. At least, not until you sobered up.
Cold as a bitch's tit." "It's 'witch's.'" "Why? Doesn't matter," Eve said quickly. "Neither way makes sense. If somebody's a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I'm a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm.
Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter ... with alliteration, no less!
The man glanced up. "Hello. Tweeter tells me you're Kody, a fellow Mundanian, newly arrived, and you want to compare notes." "Uh, yes, in essence," Kody agreed, taken aback. All that from one tweet? Well, maybe it did fit within 140 characters.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Conceited little mega-puppy.
Sidewinder. I didn't even bother pretending
A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.
Kind of a wuss? Kind of a wuss? Dude, you are, like, the Duke of Wussendorf. The Earl of Wussheim. In fact, wherever wusses meet and mingle, your name is whispered in hushed, reverent tones.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Q: What's the difference between a tweaker and an elephant?
A: The elephant will eat all your peanut butter.
I'm trustworthy and true and a whole of other positive words that start with T.
If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage."
"Will he make me bathe?"
"No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash."
"Ah. One of those.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
Cocksucker! You're a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker!
In the cosmos of time, there's not a cocksucker in this room who is more than a fart in the wind!
I mean, I'm certainly not a 'teaophyte,' or whatever the word would be.
A raving loony. She must be," Billy
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
I'm just a foul-mouthed Brit.
You twirl a mean pizza, Honey...
The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view
"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"
Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?
I am a ginger tim. I am a boy racer. I am a housewife. I am a pain in the arse.
Kiwi thought back to his first weeks, when insults had been impossible for him. One time he'd called Deemer a troglodyte but his delivery had been tentative and way, way too slow, as if the insult were a fork tenderly entering a steak.
A charming arsehole, isn't that what they're called?
Wrong answer fucker
If you send someone a snarky Tweet, does that make you an Angry Bird?
If twang isn't what I do, I don't know what is.
You can't be a winner if you're a whiner ... wiener.
I do consider myself to be something of a pretentious wanker.
Mad as a fucking hatter. Jesus,
I'm a worry-wart, I'd say.
Don't tawch meh matherfawker!
I was wondering if you would like to come over and assist me in going over those photographs." Malcolm said without any preamble. His voice was distracted and distant, and it rankled me.
"I don't know," I told him. "Are you going to stick your tongue in my twat and then run away again?
A b*tch is a dog, a dog barks, bark is on a tree, a tree is part of nature, nature is beautiful, so when you call me a b*tch ... thanks for the compliment.
Go fuck a cactus, classless cunt.
Idiotic Lord Blakley," she groused.
"And how many tmes have I said it?" said a voice. "It's 'idiotic Gareth' to you.
I have a Twitter, but I'm not a tweeter ... if that really makes sense.
A neighbour put his budgerigar in the mincing machine and invented shredded tweet.
Bitch."
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Cunt."
I kicked Joyce in the shin. I draw the line at cunt.
Shitting fucking bastard! Fuck off you massive cockwank!' - Misty Meanor, during a particularly stressful encounter.
You're just a silly little Whitehall twit: you don't trust me and I don't trust you.
poxy shitweasel,
Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.
It's a great day for TWA.
Don't you mean, witch?
Meow, Meow, Motherfucker.
I think I'm an alright twitterer.
Ben," Max said, leaning back in his chair with a giant grin. "It's finally happened."
I groaned, resting my head on my hand.
"You got your period?" Bennett asked. "Congratulations."
"No, you twat," Max said, laughing. "I'm talking about Will. He's gone arse over tits for a girl.
With the grin of one who mistakenly thinks he's a wit when he's only half a one.
It's not tiddlywinks now, is it?..... NZ Rugby Legend
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
You are the capital U in Unhelpful.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.
I knew we'd wear them down,' Eve said. 'After all, we really are amazingly cool.' And now it was Eve's turn for the high five with Shane. 'For a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.'
'Which one are you?' Shane asked. She flipped him off. 'Oh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.
H.M.," said the Woggle-Bug, pompously, "means Highly Magnified; and T.E. means Thoroughly Educated. I am, in reality, a very big bug, and doubtless the most intelligent being in all this broad domain."
"How well you disguise it," said the Wizard.
Patronising fobbing bastard,
I'm a wuss - a complete wuss!
Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder.
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate
We can't all be Mad Hatters,
I am what you call a hooligan-
Spitters are Quitters
Mother... fucker...
You're not a nuthatch, Laurie."
"Oh, but I am. I'm totally upside down. I'm a very backward kind of guy.
Snarky Snarkerson!
Whoop-tee-fucking-do-- P.c. Cast
Word around town is you're a bit of a dick-tator.
Oh, you fuckguzzling shitweasel.
Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss
Leave him alone, he's as mad as a hatter!
Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish irresponsible fool!
Twi-moms! I love them, the little cougars!
I can't figure Twitter out. The way Twitter is formatted, I can't tell who is saying something and who's replying to something. I don't know who the tweeter is and who's responding to the twit.
Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.'
'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
by making his world a little colder ...
Ungrateful little twit." The egg-man scowls at me. "Looking a gift spider in the fangs. See if you're invited to tea again.
Douche. You are a fucking douche shovel.
just setting up my twttr
Where you been, girl?" Harvey answered. "I've been sendin' you twits for the last hour.
A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.
one of those world builders who do othing but destroy,
If a civil word or two will render a man happy, he must be a wretch indeed who will not tell them to him.
You stupid piece of warm bacon.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
Now, admittedly, Twitter can be entertaining on occasion, as it turns out that 140 characters offers a great chance to be misunderstood - and an even greater chance one will expose his inner troglodyte.
I'm running out of words to describe this lad.
contemptuous cough
We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.
Oh we both have screws loose. Just fucking look at us, Dex! We're in the mountains trying to find Sasquatch and we're arguing over the llama formerly known as Twatwaffle.
But you can tell he's a wizard, because he's got a pointy hat with a floppy brim. It's got the word "Wizzard" embroidered on it in big silver letters, by someone whose needlework is even worse than their spelling.
Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at.