Insults
Last week two kids ran past me, one chasing the other. As they passed, the little boy turns to the girl chasing him and screams, "go away, you, you... you GIRLPANTS."
She stopped dead, cut to the core. Well, sort of. Anyway, we've added it to our repertoire, but are keen to expand further our sweary lexicon. What's the best insult you've heard? How effective was it? How did they retaliate?
( , Thu 4 Oct 2007, 12:48)
Last week two kids ran past me, one chasing the other. As they passed, the little boy turns to the girl chasing him and screams, "go away, you, you... you GIRLPANTS."
She stopped dead, cut to the core. Well, sort of. Anyway, we've added it to our repertoire, but are keen to expand further our sweary lexicon. What's the best insult you've heard? How effective was it? How did they retaliate?
( , Thu 4 Oct 2007, 12:48)
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This is indeed the QOTWOTY!
Further to the tasteless cancer jibe. I used to receive many telemarketing calls in the evening, and would vent my annoyance by calmly explaining that I wished that the caller would die of cancer, then hanging up. I figured that this was OK to say, as it was offensive, and satisfying, and could not be construed as a threat.
Then I registered with the telephone preference service (TPS) and the calls mostly stopped. But one evening the phone rang and a telemarketer launched into a spiel about donating money for some cause. I was about to deliver my line when something that the woman had said filtered into my brain.
I realised that a Marie Curie Cancer Care charity worker was probably the wrong person to wish a death from cancer. So I bit my tongue, choked out a "not interested" and hung up.
( , Sat 6 Oct 2007, 0:57, Reply)
Further to the tasteless cancer jibe. I used to receive many telemarketing calls in the evening, and would vent my annoyance by calmly explaining that I wished that the caller would die of cancer, then hanging up. I figured that this was OK to say, as it was offensive, and satisfying, and could not be construed as a threat.
Then I registered with the telephone preference service (TPS) and the calls mostly stopped. But one evening the phone rang and a telemarketer launched into a spiel about donating money for some cause. I was about to deliver my line when something that the woman had said filtered into my brain.
I realised that a Marie Curie Cancer Care charity worker was probably the wrong person to wish a death from cancer. So I bit my tongue, choked out a "not interested" and hung up.
( , Sat 6 Oct 2007, 0:57, Reply)
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