Post here and I shall insult you Monty Python style

[Oeditpus Rex]

C'mon, you cheesy lot of second-hand electric donkey-bottom biters!

[DS1]

1. ____

:9

[Oeditpus Rex]

8. Shut your festering gob, you tit!

Your kind makes me puke! :puke:

[Canadian Socialist]

2. I spit in your general direction... n/t

[Oeditpus Rex]

11. Piss off!

[DuckBurp]

74. I thought it was ...

... I FART in your general direction.

[maveric]

3. Ok.....

[Oeditpus Rex]

12. Oh, 'Ok' says the great queen

like a la-di-dah pooftah!

[anarch]

4. what? I came here for an argument...

[Oeditpus Rex]

13. I unclog my nose in your direction

you son of a window dresser!

[KitchenWitch]

5. Go for it!

[Oeditpus Rex]

14. All right, clever dick! All right, clever dick!

Fresh fruit not good enough for you, eh? Well, when someone attacks you with a bunch of loganberries, don't come crawlin' to me!

[Spacemom]

6. Insult me all you want

It's just a flesh wound. ;)

[Oeditpus Rex]

15. A flesh wound, you slimy trollop?

What kind of a ponce are you?

[Random_Australian]

7. I am invincible!

[Oeditpus Rex]

16. You're a loony!

[SeattleGirl]

9. Have at it!

:P

[Oeditpus Rex]

19. SILENCE, foul temptress!

[djeseru]

10. Good, I needed an insult session.

I'm way overdue. :)

[Oeditpus Rex]

22. Mrs. Ratbag!

If you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment!



Edit: fucking typo.

[Reciprocity]

17. I don't want to talk to you no more,

you empty headed animal food trough wiper.

[Oeditpus Rex]

23. All right , stop that! STOP THAT!

It's silly! Who's giving the insults around here, anyway?

[Reciprocity]

33. When you're chewing on life's gristle

Don't grumble, give a whistle.

[RevCheesehead]

18. I see you found your boots.

Cute knees, by the way. :)

[Oeditpus Rex]

24. Knees? Knees?

You think you could out-clever us French folk with your silly, knees-bent, running-about, advancing behaviour?

[RevCheesehead]

28. You run with your knees straight?

You a member of the Ministry of Silly Runs? :rofl:

[Ariana Celeste]

20. oh snap!

do it.

[Oeditpus Rex]

25. SPLITTER!

[Ariana Celeste]

26. .

:o

[RevolutionaryActs]

21. Do yer worst.

:D

[Oeditpus Rex]

27. You ought to go and see a psychiatrist

You're a loony! You might even need a new brain!

[RevolutionaryActs]

57. .

[Oeditpus Rex]

60. ...

[Random_Australian]

29. ...

Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme insulting power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

[Oeditpus Rex]

30. BLOODY PEASANT!

[southlandshari]

31. Bring it on, darlin'!

This should be fun!

:P

[Oeditpus Rex]

35. Fun? Fun?!?

What do you know about it? What do you know about gettin' up at five o'clock in t'mornin' to fly to Paris, back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve, sweatin' the day through press interviews, television interviews and gettin' back here at ten to wrestle with the problem of a homosexual nymphomaniac drug addict involved in the ritual murder of a well-known Scottish footballer? That's a full workin' day, lass, and don't you forget it!

[southlandshari]

42. ROTFLMAO!!

:rofl:

I don't have a clue which movie or MP show that might come from, but I am laughing out loud - hard - right now!

:D



The only thing better would have been a spanking quote, but maybe we've um, done that one enough, yes?

;)






















And now you know why I was laughing so hard!

:hug:

[Dangerously Amused]

32. Do me, baby!

[Oeditpus Rex]

37. Your head's addled with novels and poems

you come home every evening reeling of Chateau La Tour! And look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons!

[Dangerously Amused]

39. Ooooh, I do love it when you talk so rough that way.

:7 :loveya:

[In_The_Wind]

34. As you requested.

[Oeditpus Rex]

40. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a yes-woman!

So get out! I'll see you never work again!

[In_The_Wind]

46. ah hem

I fart in your general direction. :P

[Starbucks Anarchist]

36. Okay!

[Oeditpus Rex]

41. You're a NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY, VICIOUS LITTLE BOY!

[Starbucks Anarchist]

45. Pretty much.

:D

[miss_american_pie]

38. Rock on, grammar nazi

;)

[Oeditpus Rex]

44. Rotten! Rotten!

You're an utter bloody washout! You're no bloody use at all! You make me sick, you weed!

[Gold Metal Flake]

43. You malodorous, toffee-nosed pervert!

Stupid git.

[Oeditpus Rex]

47. Right. Well, you're quite clearly suffering

from a repressive libido complex, probably the product of an unhappy childhood, coupled with acute insecurity in adolescence, which has resulted in an attenuation of the libido complex.

[Gold Metal Flake]

54. Thank you, Mrs. Conclusion.

:rofl:

[EstimatedProphet]

48. Put 'em up! PUT 'EM UP!

[Oeditpus Rex]

49. Put up your own, you great poofy poonagger!

[hedgehog]

50. Your mother was a hamster

and your father smelled of elderberries!

[Oeditpus Rex]

51. Don't come here with that posh talk

you nasty, stuck-up twit!

[6000eliot]

52. *High-pitched Voice* "Jean Paul, Jean Paul"

"Oo, 'es in one of e's moods again."

[Oeditpus Rex]

53. One of these days

I'll "revolutionary leaflets" you!

[Generic Brad]

55. Any comments in regards to naughty bits?

[Oeditpus Rex]

56. Ah, it's the naughty bits, is it?

Yewwwwww TIT!

[minkyboodle]

58. Is there someone else up there we could talk to?

[Oeditpus Rex]

59. No!

Now, go away or I shall taunt you a second time!

[ornotna]

61. Well alright then

Hit me with your best shot

[Oeditpus Rex]

65. You asked for it

Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep? I mean, I'm fed up with going abroad and being treated like a sheep. What's the point of being carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea — "Oh, they don't make it properly here do they? Not like at home" — stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they "overdid it on the first day!" And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues, and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine. And every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners, and then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel. And then once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one night they take you to a local restaurant with local colour and colouring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing "Torremolinos, Torremolinos" and complaining about the food — "Oh, it's so greasy, isn't it?" And then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express, and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited, "To all at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'. Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner'." and spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwiches, and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are vomiting and throwing up on the plastic flowers. And they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland waiting to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can pick you up on the tarmac at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of "unforeseen difficulties," i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris, and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at eight, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing Enterovioform tablets and queuing for the toilets and when you finally get to the hotel, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bog and there's a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked and you can't sleep anyway...

[ornotna]

69. Dang!

All that for me.

[SofaKingLiberal]

62. Bring em on!

:bounce:

[hedgehog]

63. I wave my private parts at your aunty!

[Oeditpus Rex]

66. Now, look here!

You may be Chairman, but your bloody pusillanimous behaviour makes me vomit!

[spacelady]

64. Hello! My name is Mrs. Robinson! What's yours?

[Oeditpus Rex]

67. Why do you ask that?

Are you a spy or something? Get over there against the wall, Britischer pig! You're going to die!

[spacelady]

68. I'll wager you are Mrs. Non-Robinson! Bleeaah!

[Oeditpus Rex]

71. Actually

I'm Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Zambesi.

[spacelady]

73. Nobody doesn't like SPAM!

[leftofthedial]

70. I seek the grrrrail.

[Oeditpus Rex]

72. What an eccentric performance!

[u4ic]

75. Why do I feel a lumberjack reference coming on?

[benny05]

76. damn...you stole my line nt/t

[Oeditpus Rex]

77. There are no insults in the Lumberjack Song

Unless you count the implied ones when the Fred Tomlinson Singers stalk off in disgust. :blush:




There is no cannibalism in the Royal Navy, either. Absolutely none. And when I say "none," I mean there is a certain amount; more than we care to admit.

[Arkham House]

78. If I said you had a beautiful body...

...would you hold it against me?

[Oeditpus Rex]

79. Curse you, Inspector Dim!

You are too clever for us naughty types.

[Ilsa]

80. My favorite color is green. No, wait, blue!

[Oeditpus Rex]

81. You silly sod!

You got us all worked up!

[RevCheesehead]

82. It's just a bunny rabbit!

What'll he do? Nibble your bum?

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

83. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.

[Oeditpus Rex]

84. Right, right, stop it! This thread's got silly!

Started off with a nice little idea about insulting people who asked for it, but now it's got silly. People are doing the insults first. This man's hair is too long for a vicar too. These signs are pretty badly made. Right, now for a complete change of mood.

[RevCheesehead]

85. Running away eh?

You yellow bastard, Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!

[Oeditpus Rex]

87. Just call me...

[RevCheesehead]

88. ROFLOL!

Wait until CMW sees this - he's gonna photoshop your head in there!! :rofl:

[Oeditpus Rex]

90. If he does, I shall say

"Ah-ha! He fell for my little trick!"

[reyd reid reed]

86. Have at it...

:hide:

[Oeditpus Rex]

89. Don't you shout at me, madam!

Don't come that tone! Now, I must ask you to accompany me down to the dairy and do some aptitude tests. Now, I'm not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

[hedgehog]

91. Can you redirect me to the kudzu thread?

I haven't seen it in at least a week.

[reyd reid reed]

92. At least you HAVE a dairy...

We have to chase the cows down in the field...and hope they're cows...

[Oeditpus Rex]

93. You have *cows*?

We have to milk the septic tank.

[reyd reid reed]

94. You mean you actually have a septic tank

We just have a tank. Without a driver....

[Oeditpus Rex]

95. Well, when I say 'tank'

it's just an old paint can with a coffee filter inside.




And we've used the same coffee filter for 11 years.

[reyd reid reed]

97. You're lucky, we don't have a filter...

And the exhaust'll kill ya....

[ralps]

96. Hi Oeditpus Rex

:hi: :loveya: :hug: :pals: :woohoo:

[FunkyLeprechaun]

98. erm.... meow

n/t