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What do you mean I don't know your real fucking name?
We ought to call it something,' said Banokles thoughtfully. 'We can't just keep calling it "that big bastard horse". It ought to have a name.' 'What do you suggest?' - 'Arse Face.
My name is Alexander Solomon Slade. I'm the Global Operations Director, although most here call me God"
"Well Mr Slade, if we are going by acronyms, I guess I could also call you Ass?
I am a ginger tim. I am a boy racer. I am a housewife. I am a pain in the arse.
Sebastian Grey.
The worrds rang like a miserable moan in her head. On the list of men she ought not to be kissing, he had to rank at the top, along with the King, Lord Liverpool, and the chimney sweep.
Eshgham, a term of endearment meaning my love
You pussy-whipped douche waffle.
cunt on the blackboard.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
My acronym is WWSJD: What Would Steve Jobs Do?
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!
I'm called an asylum seeker, but that's not my name.
Ajax the great Himself a host.
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.
Wabe. Maybe it's initials for something like Will All Babies Expectorate.
Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut?
Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.
What the heck kind of name was Sir?
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
Sorry I painted the word 'twat' on your garage door.
My name is not important,
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
You whoreson scalawag!" said I. "You flesh-turd dropped stinking from the poxy arsehole of a hare-lipped harlot!
Who the shit is Otis?
Auld John may dee a beggar in a hay barn, or at the back of a dike, but he sall aye be master o' his ain thoughts an' gie them vent or no, as he likes
-Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.
Max flashed me a flirtatious smile. "Why don't you come and join us, me and you could -"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Slap-head."
"Hey, I told you, call me Max."
"While you're being a wanker, you're Slap-head.
Wil. Of course. - Tobiah
He's one of the biggest whingers in world football ... he's a bloody eejit.
crapulent buffoon with the IQ of a tampon.
You'd better name yourself, because, if you don't others will do it for you.-- Audre Lorde
Shitting fucking bastard! Fuck off you massive cockwank!' - Misty Meanor, during a particularly stressful encounter.
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
What makes you a chaffinch?
I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot."
"Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand."
"Well that you're It."
"Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend?
Nice one, Catpiss,' he says. That's not my real name. My name is actually Kantkiss. Kantkiss Neverclean.
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.
A laughing fool ... seems born for nothing but to show his teeth.
What are bashed neeps?"
"Neeps hackit with balmagowry.
Snarky Snarkerson!
An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.
How wonderful to put one's cunt to work and use one's brains for pleasure!
My name is Weegee. I'm the world's greatest photographer ...
The rare derpicus man is know to live near the himalayas, in a cave made purely of dead weevils. His native tounge is unknown, but what I've translated contains a grat amount of the words, "pootis, derp, poop, and nnnnyyyyaaaaannnn!
Don't you mean, witch?
A man of the utmost insignificance.
I am ewe to your ram. How can I call myself a man anymore?"
"The penis is a dead giveaway.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
If that lad makes a First Division footballer, then I'm Mao Tse Tung.
I want you to know my name.
The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.
Will you have it?
"Yes"
"Aleksander
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
When I ask you who you are, you'd better say my fucking name.
God forgive me, I was sorry to hear that Sir W Pens maid Betty was gone away yesterday, for I was in hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone, she being very pretty. I have also a mind to my own wench, but I dare not, for fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife.
You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!
Well, we all have our specialties, Harold." For example, you are a wanking accountant.
I'm running out of words to describe this lad.
Communism," I observed, "is a pile of wank.
The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor
You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.
Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nodcocks!
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
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.
Hey, I have a weird question," I said. "What does it mean if a guy calls you 'bang tidy'?"
Marna snorted. "Sounds like something a dirty wanker would say. Or someone pissing about."
Now it was my turn to snort, because she'd called Kai a wanker.
'Gaydamak' in Turkish means a fighter. That's me.
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
I'm a wuss - a complete wuss!
grovelling, mole-eyed blockhead
No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff;
Kerrick the weed.
Wouldn't. Think. About. Ian.Ian-- Jude Watson
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.
Always I am speaking English on behalf of fools
What's your name?"
Donald."
Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.
I'mHereBecauseIHearYou'reDatingMySister.-- Kyra Davis
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
Twat is twat and that is that.
Sir Seretse Khama,
What does he stand for?
Would everyone stop saying arse!" ... "I know, its called an ass, people. Ass
Dr. Turing, of Cambridge University, has pointed out that bobbadah bobbadah hoe daddy yanga langa furjeezama bing jingle oh yeah, Waterhouse says, or words to that effect.
GAMZEE: honk.
KARKAT: WHAT.
GAMZEE: HONK.
KARKAT: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????
Malavika Vishwanath. Don't try to say it you'll just piss me off.
Square go then smart cunt!
You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!
licks donkey crotch,
Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.
Dangerous thing, a name. Someone might catch hold of you by it, mightn't they?
Before you go,mate,turn on the telly. Something raunchy too. Think I'll rub off one before I go to sleep
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
Ulick Norman Owen.
Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles
Worldfoam. I like that. It sounds fluffy.
Give us six hours, Sevro. If we're not back by then ... " "Wank off in the bushes?
Thou man of scruffy looks, thou who heard'st nerfs, Thou fool-born wimpled roughhewn waste waste of flesh!
You are quite unnecessary, young man!