I'm the last person you want to exchange harsh words with. I live to to insult, in school there were two kinds of people that could par you; those that could get at you physically, and those that could do the job verbally.
I can not pretend I'm any kind of Prize Fighter, but their is one thing I do know. Insults roll of this tongue like venom of the tip of a snakes fang. I am a pariah of par, so more time I will give out a cussing strong enough to make the inside of a mother's womb weep.
Don't put that on your 'Marge', she deserves better...
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