English is your second language, isn't it? You don't have a first.
Just as the strength of a solitary brick will not save a poorly
built structure, your bold typeface does not redeem your craven
incoherent words.
When I want your monkey-brained opinion I'll rattle your cage,
okay? You must have a very large brain to hold such a vast amount
of sheer ignorance. Have you ever noticed that whenever you sit
behind a keyboard, some idiot starts typing? To quote Martin Luther
King, Jr.: "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere
ignorance and conscientious stupidity."
You are about as entertaining as a child's inflatable punching toy.
You bop it, it springs back, you bop it again and you forget it
ever existed. It slowly deflates in an unused corner, then one day
you throw it away. You are nastier than a five-dollar whore getting
a shit enema. You're a waste of time, space, air, flesh, and the
rectum you were born from, retard. Maybe you wouldn't come across
as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if you didn't have an
intellect rivaled only by the Village Idiot's stupider brother; if
your weren't so fat that the Brooklyn Bridge would collapse if you
ever tried to go Bungee Jumping off of it, or if you didn't have a
face that could scare a hungry wolf off a meat truck. Who am I
kidding? You would.
To sum up: you are about as smart as your rubber bow tie and two
left shoes suggest, Bozo. Now, go curl back up in your corner, and
continue chewing on your toenails
