tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597599.post8561605607169355674..comments2023-08-02T02:08:08.113-07:00Comments on The Grich: Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyageRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15207999124372137203noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597599.post-71874764523185125102007-06-18T14:04:00.000-07:002007-06-18T14:04:00.000-07:00Heh. Pushing “Insult me again” can get rather add...Heh. Pushing “Insult me again” can get rather addicting. We have a set of word magnets for constructing do-it-yourself Shakespearean insults, but we’ve never come up with any as biting as these from Will himself:<BR/><BR/>"Thou craven full-gorged baggage!" (what a creative way to call someone a fat coward)<BR/>"Thou mammering knotty-pated bladder!" (pretty much covers all the angles, doesn’t it?) <BR/>"Thou droning pox-marked canker-blossom!" (particularly cutting for high school science geeks with acne)<BR/>"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!" (could an insult sound more refined that that?)<BR/><BR/>I think this is the winner, though, for sheer punch:<BR/>"Thou puking fat-kidneyed death-token!" How could any sensitive soul recover from that one?Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16239076854400255264noreply@blogger.com