The Insult Chain Game

More than likly much to his suprise you lazy bone's.

I need baby oil.

Save your money, nothing will help your leathery, wrinkled, dried-out skin, Prune Face.

I haven't finished planning Thanksgiving dinner.

Bottle of whisky period.

I'm going over my dads for thanksgiving.

That's disgraceful the way you plan to empty out his home of everything while he's off on a 2 month vacation.

For lunch today I had a delicious cheeseburger with sauteed onions in a corn taco shell.

Eating in front of people with your mouth open is not lunch it's being a slob.

I have my Jammyjams on.

I know you're a stripper and exhibitionist from way back, get dressed and stop showing your wrinkled body.

Will be lunching with the Lord Mayor as usual on Tuesday.

Are you going to pull another chew and screw?

Thats kid stuff.

Because you're so infantile and immature, "kid stuff" is about all you can manage.

I love the first cup of coffee in the morning.

So? You use Everclear (190 proof) instead of water and hashish instead of ground coffee in your coffeemaker. I expect you're at the stage where you need rather then love your cup of coffee each and every morning.

For almost the past two weeks, I've been canvasing the city magazine stores looking for a copy of Paris Match, A French language magazine, which has the Obama family on the cover. This issue was released after the postObama reelection and I wanted to give a copy to a friend this Christmas.

You're wasting your time since you don't have any friends. Dream on, pal.

Just got back from Vancouver last night. Went for the weekend to watch the CFL Western Conference Final. It's Toronto vs Calgary next Sunday in the Grey Cup. Oh - had lunch with the Mayor and City Council, got an award for being so nice, and was taken up in Air Force One for a little spin around the city (a la Dutchy).

You watched the game on TV at a sleazy bar, you phony bimbo, and it's obvious you've stopped taking the meds to help control your grandiose delusions because they cramp your two-fisted drinking style.

I really don't like roasting a Thanksgiving turkey, although I do enjoy eating it.

I would leave roasting a Turkey to the experts, remember the last time you tried it everybody finished up at the Medical Clinic for stomach treatment you miserable cook.

I'm pleased Mame had lunch with the Mayor now she knows something about Dutchy's elegant lifestyle!

Elegant lifestyle? HA! You live in a scooped out hollow of land in back of your minister's parsonage and have to pull a steel plate over the top so you don't get caught.

My tub drain was sluggish again; however, I have it cleared now and water is running swiftly out to wherever it goes.

I watched some of yesterday's game between the 49ers and Bears. It was a rout by a new quarterback, and the 49er defense was at its best.

Poor Bears.

You mean you finally removed the pile of dirty underwear that was blocking the drain opening, you lazy slob.

I have an urge for a cheeseburger and fries.

I'm sure you do have an urge. Of course since you can't get your cousin to give you a few bucks, you'll either have to do without or join cicerone imposter at the local dive bar at happy hour for grill scrapings...oh, wait, you do that every day already.

I am amassing a collection of plastic forks.

Planning a picnic with family and friends?

You know as well as I do that take away stuff is full of unwanted calories adding more flab to you're already obvious figure.

I will head for the hills today purchasing the new season's cherries.

Why don't you just head for the hill's and keep it at that.

I live in Haverhill.

lol

Well, you might call it living, but the rest of us call it existing in a drug-induced state, loser.

I took some knives in to be sharpened today.