Don't flatter yourself, the list is WAY longer than 25. And as for reading what I write, it seems you read everything I write about you, especially today. In fact, since I started calling you on your bullshit here you seem to ALWAYS reply. Some might call it obsessive. And when I "bring you up" it's generally called vomiting.
You also keep dodging a MAJOR question: what's for dinner? Loser.
OK, I don't want to be needlessly provocative (or maybe I do?) but I just thought this was funny
Greasy Grimy "GOP"her Gut
CLANK!
(That was your bon mot bouncing resoundingly off the rim.)
Sorry.
Patently Pathetic Pusillanimous Peabrain
Truckload of tea baggers.
or
Freight car of fuckwads.
You're welcome.
gallon container of "Greasy Grimy "GOP"her Guts"?
That reminds me; though I'm 25% Scot, 75% of the rest of mean barfs in my mouth just thinking about Haggis! After spending some time on a sheep ranch in Idaho, and having mutton for lunch and dinner every day, I can barely stomach a good side of lamb, let alone Haggis!
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A bit verbose, but you're at least on the right track.
I'm afraid of dentists. Even toothbrushes and dental floss give me the willies. I can't even bear to eat spaghetti unless it's cooked and cooked into a mushy pile of limp noodles.
Hopeless, Hysterical Hypochondriacs of History
Vicars of Vacillation
Effete Corps of Impudent Snobs
Pusillanimous Pussyfooters
Ooops! Wrong Election