Guy Macon's Insult file Version 6.05 for the latest version of this file, go to [ http://www.guymacon.com/insult.txt ]. About Guy Macon's Insult file: This document is a collection of insults gathered from many years of BBS and Usenet use, so the real credit goes to the many fine flamers who have had their work added to this document over the years. I am but an editor who has gathered the works of others into one document. When I started writing what is some call "The Flame To End All Flames", I had no idea that it would become so popular. I just wanted a humorous way to defuse the kind of arguments BBS users sometimes get into. I had been collecting choice insults for years when a Monty Python skit about people complaining about how bad they had it while growing up inspired me to put it all together into one big file. Whenever I found a couple of people online trading nasty insults, I posted the insult file with the question "Do I Win?" at the bottom. This often resulted in the flame war dissolving into laughter. In the years since then, I have refined it and improved the quality of the insults, but most of the credit is not mine; the real authors are the scores of flamers who have contributed insults to the file. See the bottom of this document for credits. Here is the insult file: *********************** CUT HERE ***************************** You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on an weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make it. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager. Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git. You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.05 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think that www.guymacon.com/insult.txt is the name of a rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You would rather read L. Ron Hubbard than Larry Niven. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You are so clueless that if you pulled on a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. Stupid so stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into Stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. This has to be a troll. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you. P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, Byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good. I hope this helps... *********************** CUT HERE ***************************** HOW TO USE: For full effect, I *strongly* advise using the full insult file. Yes, I know that it goes on and on. That's what makes it funny. Trust me on this one. One insult is insulting. A *bunch* of insults are funny! PERMISSIONS: You are free to use this for any purpose, including web pages, newsgroup posts, emails, and letters to the Los Angeles Times. I do *not* require you to give me credit if you use this in an email or newsgroup post - it is more effective without it. Just cut and past it as is, tell anybody who asks where you got it, and refer them to this paragraph if they think you stole it. I would prefer credit if you put this on your web page, but feel free to ignore that preference if the page works better that way. I would appreciate it of you don't remove the hidden reference to the web page and version number. CREDITS: I am trying to make a list of who the original author of each bit was, but I keep running into cases where more than one person claims to be the original author. In an ironic case of the insulter being insulted, I have seen claims that I am taking credit for these fine insults despite my being very clear that I am but an editor who has gathered the works of others into one document. In many cases I have found that the supposed original author stole it himself, and in only one case did the supposed original author bother to email me before making public accusations. Oh well. Such is life. LATEST VERSION: Now that the file has become popular, there are many hacked-up and outdated versions of it floating around the 'Net. If you see one, please let people know that they can always find the latest version at [ http://www.guymacon.com/insult.txt ]. COMMENTS WELCOME: If you have an insult you would like included, please send it to [ insults at guymacon dot com ]. -- Looking for a good Electronics Engineer in Los Angeles or Orange County, CA? See [ http://www.guymacon.com/resume.html ]