Foo - The Elizabethan Insult Thread........

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! Thou villainous sheep-biting flax-wench, what trick, what device, what starting-hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?

I am taken aback by your loose tongue good sir. Has thou lost thy mind?


Gloves off! Choose your second, and come thee to the duel to meet thy fate.


umm...terrier-headed hog's breath, etc, etc..

Thou rank spur-galled wagtail! I shall smite thee!





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Thou rank spur-galled wagtail! I shall smite thee!




Not the way I hath smote thy mother a fort night ago.... and a fine wench 'twas she! Talk of wagtails...she wagged like the split end of a flea'ed hound!

Thou odiferous doghearted pumpion! Thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.

Thou odiferous doghearted pumpion! Thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee.



Hollow bone, yes...I yeild that to thee...drained by my bride to be...thy mother born. And I will say the prayer at this feast, as head of thy table, with you as my petulant child. Go and bathe thy rank flesh my bastard son. Thy smell'eth like swine , for thou keeps a vigil in the filth, as a pig does.

Prithee, my good sir, but in your hurry, thou hast mistook thine own mother for mine! Verily, I saw thee. Thou wert blinded and drunk on bitter ale, though, so the mistake, t'was a forgiveable one

God's teeth! Thou art a couple of artless, base-court apple-johns!

Thou art a cream faced loon.

Base is the slave that pays!

Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland!

Thou art a very ragged wart.

Thou art the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth.

Verily, ye be a wh*r*son knotty-pated tout!

Don't make me dig up my two books of Shakespeare's Greatest Insults. :lol:

Don't make me dig up my two books of Shakespeare's Greatest Insults. :lol:


Would thy rather dig into that tuberous appendage you call a nose you vain pignut?

Methinks perhaps thou art gazing at thine own reflection in a limpid pool.

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time. (This loses something without the silly French accent.)

Thou spake lower than a pig's arse t' the ****-spewn ground!

Verily, thou sucketh.

Thou loggerheaded muddy-mettled whipster!

You son of a one-eyed, goat-pleasuring *****! Oh wait, sorry. Wrong thread.

Come back here...I'll bite your leg.



It's just a rabbit.

All thine base belongeth to us.

thou needst to feast on deez nutz?

All thine base belongeth to us.


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