I’d give you a nasty look, but you’ve already got one.
Unless your name is Google, you need to stop acting like you know everything.
You’re so ugly, even Stephen King would have nightmares about you.
Take my lowest priority and put yourself beneath it.
I discovered your point in life… To be an organ donor.
The gene pool needs a lifeguard because of you.
May both sides of your pillow be uncomfortably warm.
You have miles to go before you reach mediocre.
I wish I had a flip phone, so I could slam it shut on this conversation.
Somewhere out there is a tree tirelessly producing oxygen for you. You owe it an apology.
That sounds like a you problem.
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