An evil Izzie quiz - well sort of

[izmeina]

Thank for taking time-out from extracting multicolored mucos from your bulbous nasal cavity and filling-in the Insult form feilds, you monotonous non-entity and excrement manufacturing machine. You couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser. You're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly gombeen who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid. Average looking, my ass. You're uglier than the south-facing end of north-bound mule with a ruptured ulcerated fly-covered rump. You should stop smoking pot and get out and vote every couple of years, you pseudo-liberal bum. People like you are the reason cults exist. You four-eyed, cerebrally-deluded, Einstein-impersonating, pseudo-intellectual nerdturd with a head full of misfiring synapses. Like your height, everything about you is average; except your stench - which is overwhelming. If you were ever kidnapped and eaten by a cannibal tribe, they'd all die of high cholesterol, you fat, flabby, fumbling fuck. Professional, my ass. You couldn't win a cigar after giving birth in a tobacco field in Havana, you clueless, uber-incompetent fuckwit. I've seen wounds that were better dressed than you are. Get a glass belly button; that way, if your head goes any further up your ass, you can still look out and see what the rest of the world is up to.

This is not quite a normal quiz but just as much fun. Put in your details and the Oracle will pronounce judgement.

Dare to compare!

Comments

[acinonyxjubatus.livejournal.com]

My insult!!! :-D

What worries me is that some of the insults are actually rather accurate ;-)



You're the saddest, piss-poor excuse for a man I've ever seen, you chromosome-deficient, uber-impotent, rat-faced tard-popsicle. You couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser. You're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly gombeen who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid. Average looking, my ass. You're uglier than the south-facing end of north-bound mule with a ruptured ulcerated fly-covered rump. You're a neo-Nazi, fundamentalist militant Republican-voting mega-asshole scumbag. You four-eyed, cerebrally-deluded, Einstein-impersonating, pseudo-intellectual nerdturd with a head full of misfiring synapses. Like your height, everything about you is average; except your stench - which is overwhelming. Your weight may well be proportional, but you've got cellulite that makes sumo wrestlers look anorexic. Professional, my ass. You couldn't win a cigar after giving birth in a tobacco field in Havana, you clueless, uber-incompetent fuckwit. I like that outfit you're wearing. You should hang on to it. It'll probably come back in style some day. What you are - besides a pitiable little carnival freak - is a watery bowel movement bubbling back up to the surface after a pregnant water buffalo farts in a muddy river.

[izmeina.livejournal.com]

Professor Albus Prufrock never ceases to amaze ickle Iz. So nice of him to take the sins of the serpent upon his shoulders. What a wickedly wonderful act of chivalry!
Handy little thing the Imperius curse. Works like a charm.