Dear George, you bizarre androgynous tea-sipping eunuch in a mini-skirt carnival freak. I see you're celibate. No big surprise there. Another 40-year-old virgin surfing the web looking for free bestial porn. You're not average looking, you dumb fuck. Who are you kidding? You're borderline fugly at best. Your face would make an onion cry. Fuck off to China, you commie-sympathizing, coffee shop pseudo-Marxist fumbling fuckwit. You're pretty smart alright...for a grinning, drooling gimpzoid with a gaping hole in its head, you heteroclite example of why pregnant women shouldn't work with plutonium. You're not tall if you counted your high heels and hair extensions, tosspot. If your weight is proportional, how come the shadow of your ass weighs 50 pounds? If you were paid what you are worth, it would break the minimum wage law, you banjo-strumming specimen of junkyard genetics. I like your outfit. It's amazing what you can do with a little imagination and a potato sack. I'd tell you to go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, but looking at that stupid grin on your face, I'd say you already have. Ok now....
shut up chuckroast... i wouldn't be talkin if i was you!!! because.... Technically, you're a man. Technically, so is a she-male Ladyboy from Thailand. In reality, you're nothing more than a pitiful gin-sodden excuse for anything other than a rancid fuckweasle! Celibate, eh? You mean in the closet, right? Or maybe you're a homosexual midget: in which case, you're in the cupboard! You're damn right about being vomit-inducing fugly. You have a face that would give Freddie Kruger nightmares. How much would you change to haunt a house? You're a neo-Nazi, fundamentalist militant Republican-voting mega-asshole scumbag. Calling you a pea brain would be an insult to peas, you jellyfish-sucking mental midget. Did your mother leave you in the dryer too long when you were a kid, you little tap-dancing Leprechaun in a pink wig? Be careful you don't bump your head on the door handle on the way out. You scrawny-assed, anorexic African famine victim; if you had dreads, I'd grab you by your ankles and use you to mop the floor. You couldn't get a job cleaning shit off a toilet, you utterly useless wrinkled balloon in a muddy puddle of goat's piss. I like that outfit you're wearing. You should hang on to it. It'll probably come back in style some day. What you are - besides a pitiable little carnival freak - is a watery bowel movement bubbling back up to the surface after a pregnant water buffalo farts in a muddy river.
