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Bluekait said:
You filthy Mudblood! You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with puding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Let's see, I've walked the dog, cleaned my room, gone shopping and gossiped with my friends...Nope, this listahan doesn't say that I'm required to talk to you. The Village just called. They sinabi they were missing their town idiot, I couldn't really understand them, but I think they were saying the name was yours. If you ran 1,000,000 miles to see the boy/girl of your dreams, what would you say when you got there? Wow, you looked a lot hotter from a distance! You must be the arithmetic man -- you add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. You occasionally stumble over the truth, but you quickly pick yourself up and carry on as if nothing happened.
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