The Insult Chain Game

At your age you decrepit old foggy, I'm shocked, shocked, shocked, you still fantasize about pre pubescent individuals. They're people dammit.

I suppose I'll troll thru all the nutcase situations web casts. I have not thought of a suitable response. I can't, you are truly demented.
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Tomorrow, I'll see how many crackpots ass hats engaged, I'm guessing zero. Get some sleep mon ami.

If you stop smoking weed you freak of a dope addict you wouldn't be off the planet so often causing your lack of sleep and energy.

I've been awarded a medal for outstanding leadership and alround community services including motivational talks.

Babbling nonsense and frothing at the mouth in the front pew at St.Alban's Church isn't really motivational speaking. The church decided to create the award and ceremony to keep you away next Sunday when the archbishop will be delivering the sermon.

I just heard my neighbor come home. I wonder if he was at the local restaurant and got some take home food...maybe I should go check.

He brought home some food for Minnie the cat, surely you wouldn't begrudge the poor animal his treat and cadge it of your neighbour, you miserable creep.

Why is it that everybody thinks I'm bragging at the mouth when I have the score on the board. I'm a billionaire, own gold, silver and uranium mines, mix at the highest Government levels and own many commercial properties in a variety of Cities, not even talking of my share portfolio which is so huge it takes 12 Accountants busy full time!

OMG, you're in la-la land, bubba. You're actually an in-patient at the local insane asylum, you delusional paranoid schizo.

I'm having brunch this morning with two fabulous girlfriends and I'm taking some chocolate to them which I bought in Provence.

No more than your usual Sunday morning gossiip session of three old bags.

RFelaxing with a beer and a bbq today.

I have never been felaxed with an ale. Fiber works too.

Wind gusts did my yard work.

You wouldn't work in an iron long you lazy sod.

Grilling my T-Bones and Snags now. Anybody feels like a bite?

Hey everybody, anyone have a spare set of dentures for Dutchy? Me neither, but it would be a howling good time to be a fly on the rancid greasy walls of that outhouse he calls home, and see how long it takes for that demented rum dum to realize he can't gum his way thru the steak, then head off to the pawn shop to redeem that corroded Waring blender so that dottering imbecile can purée that meat and drink it thru a straw.

It is absolutely gorgeous today, I think I'll have my driver bring the Bentley around for a spin down Ocean Highway. Must remember to chill some champagne before George Clooney pops over.

You're as delusional as Dutchy, but I think that's the case for all the people in the asylum, isn't it?

Had a lovely brunch with my girlfriends this morning, then went to the in-laws.

I can just imaging three old frustrated bags with sagging breasts discussing their past sexual conquests, some brunch conversation!

I'm on my way to meet the Prime Minister to discus if we can help President Obama financially.

ha ha ha ha ha

And that's all I have to say about that!! Take your MEDS!!!

I made homemade pizza tonight - just took it out of the oven.

Must be some strange concoction as your cat and dog are running outside as they can't stand the smell.

I'm in need of a massage as my whole body is aching from to much hard work.

yeah, gossiping about your fellow patients, nursing staff, etc must be exhausting since it takes you a while to hold, never mind iterate, a coherent thought.

The pizza is delish!!

Let me see if I have this right, Dutchy claims he aches from too much hard work and Mame is still hungover after drinking boilers makers as brunch. Mame and the other two contestants in the Norma Desmond look alike contest might be able to rub a little Ben Gay on his temples, if they aren't too far along in today's drinking match.

Whewww, can't think about you runny eyed old lushes and more, I have to check if the Champaine has cooled suffiently.

I know your type, you're over the hill, need to dink some Champagne to muster some Dutch courage before looking for a Lothario to provide you with some afternoon hanky-panky.

My secretary just offered to give me a neck message to ease the tension.

Oh, Dutchy...please give it up. She wanted to slap your face for staring at her boobs! In no way could that be construed as a 'massage". And Glitterbag really needs to use Spellcheck - champaine indeed! dolt!

The pizza was delicious and I have tomorrow off work!! yay!

Wow, you finally figured out how to heat a frozen pizza in the microwave, and you're so happy you've been laid off from your job, because you'd rather stay home and watch soap operas, you don't even realize you won't have money to buy food or pay your mortgage, you lazy idiot.

I'm glad I put the garbage out tonight because I got a chance to look at the beautiful full moon.

You obviously need the day off tomorrow after eating them pizza's gone wrong, I suggest in future buy a ready made pizza to stop being sick again from your own home made ****.

My secretary has indeed Dolly Parton like boobs which she loves flaunting around the office despite my protests. What else can I do?

You can stop pretending she's a secretary and admit she's a hooker you've got on a full time salary in order to fool your wife, you creepy old perv.

I'm enjoying some dark chocolate truffles given to me by an admirer.