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Jason and I are playing online Battleship. With each turn, you can send a message to your opponent.
After I threw him the weirdest insult ever, we've decided to make this a battle of ships...and intellect. Best insults.
M: Your face smells like a shoebox.
J: Are those Cat testicles? I mean, you have lovely eyes.
M: When I think of you, it reminds me of moldy gorgonzola.
J: You are a grievously licentious mauvais sujet and a revolting, cold-hearted practitioner of bestiality.
M: You became a stripper for string bean soup.
J: You are an unequivocally reprehensible wretch and a repugnant, sheep-molesting cacophonous catastrophe.
M: Your pen0r is the size of my pinky toe....nail.
J: You are deformed, crooked, old and sere, ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere, vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
M: Your deformities are inherently more grotesque than a babboon's deflated rear piece.
J: YOUR FACE!
M: YOUR ELBOW
J: I'm going to get a tattoo of your face on my butt that has a tattoo of your butt on its face.
M: I'm gonna donkey punch your mom.
J: I want sex with your mother or your garbage can. I'm thinking your garbage can would be the better lay.
M: You have black genitalia that you use to defecate on small Ethiopian childrens.
J: -forgets to insult me-
M: As you sit in agony, impaled by a rusted chainsaw blade, I am standing over you, pointing my finger and laughing, and munching on Cooler Ranch Doritos.
J: After I send you to HELL, there will be no Cooler Ranch Doritos. Only Nacho Cheese.
M: You shit babies for sale.
J: I will breed you with a nigerian. I will sell your half breed nigerian babies for slaves. I will not buy you anything with this half breed nigerian slave money. They aren't worth much anyways. I'm doing it for bags of chewy chips ahoy.
M: You contemplate suicide over fiscal fisting of paraplegic midgets.
J: You clusterfucked, cousin-humping, gym sock-slurping, dick-guzzling, boil-nibbling, cunt-faced warthead!
M: I'll videotape you writhing in the pool of maggots and beetles and scarabs I've chained you in.
---Round 2
J: Speaking of maggots, I'll take a needle and inject your boobs full of them and laugh as the doctors make you strip naked and pull them out with tweezers.
M: I'm going to hold you down and twist each of your teeth out with the pliers I used to circumsize the female population of Egypt.
J: I'm going to insert a maggot infested dead bloated hard penis into your vagina and pop it after hearing you scream in pain and perhaps pleasure and laugh as the maggots run out of it.
M: Your nose will never stop running. It'll be like a faucet turned on, hot only, and both knobs knocke off so they can't be turned back. Ouch.
We are champions of insult.
After I threw him the weirdest insult ever, we've decided to make this a battle of ships...and intellect. Best insults.
M: Your face smells like a shoebox.
J: Are those Cat testicles? I mean, you have lovely eyes.
M: When I think of you, it reminds me of moldy gorgonzola.
J: You are a grievously licentious mauvais sujet and a revolting, cold-hearted practitioner of bestiality.
M: You became a stripper for string bean soup.
J: You are an unequivocally reprehensible wretch and a repugnant, sheep-molesting cacophonous catastrophe.
M: Your pen0r is the size of my pinky toe....nail.
J: You are deformed, crooked, old and sere, ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere, vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
M: Your deformities are inherently more grotesque than a babboon's deflated rear piece.
J: YOUR FACE!
M: YOUR ELBOW
J: I'm going to get a tattoo of your face on my butt that has a tattoo of your butt on its face.
M: I'm gonna donkey punch your mom.
J: I want sex with your mother or your garbage can. I'm thinking your garbage can would be the better lay.
M: You have black genitalia that you use to defecate on small Ethiopian childrens.
J: -forgets to insult me-
M: As you sit in agony, impaled by a rusted chainsaw blade, I am standing over you, pointing my finger and laughing, and munching on Cooler Ranch Doritos.
J: After I send you to HELL, there will be no Cooler Ranch Doritos. Only Nacho Cheese.
M: You shit babies for sale.
J: I will breed you with a nigerian. I will sell your half breed nigerian babies for slaves. I will not buy you anything with this half breed nigerian slave money. They aren't worth much anyways. I'm doing it for bags of chewy chips ahoy.
M: You contemplate suicide over fiscal fisting of paraplegic midgets.
J: You clusterfucked, cousin-humping, gym sock-slurping, dick-guzzling, boil-nibbling, cunt-faced warthead!
M: I'll videotape you writhing in the pool of maggots and beetles and scarabs I've chained you in.
---Round 2
J: Speaking of maggots, I'll take a needle and inject your boobs full of them and laugh as the doctors make you strip naked and pull them out with tweezers.
M: I'm going to hold you down and twist each of your teeth out with the pliers I used to circumsize the female population of Egypt.
J: I'm going to insert a maggot infested dead bloated hard penis into your vagina and pop it after hearing you scream in pain and perhaps pleasure and laugh as the maggots run out of it.
M: Your nose will never stop running. It'll be like a faucet turned on, hot only, and both knobs knocke off so they can't be turned back. Ouch.
We are champions of insult.