I LOVE creative insults, so here are a few of my favorites 😍
"You sound like a hyena with herpes, shut up"
"You look like a bad case of incest."
"You smell like deer ankles."
"You look like an improper fraction and sound like a raccoon with credit card debt."
"I think I would rather watch a frog give birth to a cat than look at your crooked teeth any longer."
(Works best when they have a receding hairline) "You have a Mr. Berns haircut, you have no say in this."
"You look like you leave fingerprints on oreos"
"You're built like an educated guess."
"I'm not taking shit from a participation trophy husband."
"Your elbows look like you bath in dust."
"You built like you sweat twinkies."
"You smell like cobblestone stairs."
"You look like you snack on pocket lint."
"You're built like a Dr. Seuss character"
"You have the posture of a run-on sentence."
"You look like the before in shampoo commercial."
"You sound like a misspelled word."
"You look like you discovered fire."
"You smell like mystery meat."
Now, please stop using boring insults. I'm tired of hearing the same boring insults every time.
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these insults are OUT:
idiot
clown
loser
"🤓🤓🤓"
instead, try these!
quite noble of you to have the brain of an ass and the mouth of a waterfall
should you be hired by the king, you could rival the court jester
you appear to have a low success rate in jousting
now now Merlin, let's not create any new wicked enchantments with these verbose cursed words you scribe
feel free to use or add on free of charge
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Cruel and Malicious Phraseology
Since the JLA ban on profanity in the workplace took effect, some of us have gotten rather inventive in expressing our less positive sentiments. No guesses for which member of the Old Guard had the most insults hurled at them, but... his initials are HJ. There is no context, only hostility.
"I could put an entire box of alphabet pasta through a spin cycle and come up with a better plan than that. Stop trying to be Batman, one is enough."
"Go stick your head inside a black hole, you posh knobhead!"
"Listen here, you overhyped rodent posterior... rocking up like you're the brightest glow stick in the rave negates the very idea of a stealth mission. Adjust your glow to match your intellect, please."
"You got this, huh? Looks like you handled that masterfully. Tell you what there, Mastermind... let me know if you need help finding your teeth after that glorious victory."
"Plans A, B, AND C all tanked? Over to you, Glowworm, you usually head straight to Plan D for "dumb crap" anyway."
"Quick question, do you even Metal Gear?"
"Oh, what in the unholy name of Ymir's jockstrap did we walk into this time?"
"Do... do the Big Bosses not realize pockets are a thing? Like, where am I supposed to keep my wallet, or anything, really? Is the Marquis de Sade the staff tailor, because wearing this is gonna drive me mad."
"You and I have been friends for a while, but... when you say things like that I kinda want to stab you in the eye with an explosive arrow."
"I get now why you prefer being underwater. Less dumb. Much less screaming. Speaking of... I bet you know some epic dive spots. They'll be at this for hours, we're not needed here. If the Boss asks, you're teaching me marine ecology in the wild."
"Huh. Here I thought Joker held the title for "Most Punchable Face on Earth", yet here's the new heavyweight contender, ready to throw down for the belt."
"Go boil your head in some more of that cheap weak sister beer!"
"Why don't you go hug a claymore mine already?"
"Eat my boots!"
"No, ma'am, I'm not ready for that jelly, I prefer cream cheese on my bagel anyway. You're... not talking about food, are you? Oh, monkey bread."
"Repeat after me: Pants. Are. Not. Optional!"
"I'd rather drown than EVER go clown. I might not have taste, but I have standards."
"Oh, by Artemis' sandals what did you do this time?"
"Yanno, you and a certain dirty old man thunder God have the same issue: too focused on the ladies to do your job. Eyes in the head, you ain't her type. Trust me."
"IN THE NAME OF SIGYN'S GIRDLE WILL YOU STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT! The Boss can get away with it, as he was trained in silent infiltration and is not a creepy drunken sorry excuse for a washout. Either knock on the door like a normal human, or run the risk of having to sing "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" to even enter the men's locker room."
"You died? I see your brain sure stayed dead."
"It's a RAID, not a rave. Lose the shiny stuff and glow trim, we're trying the Splinter Cell approach. Also... do you really need the three extra ammo belts? They're thugs, not the blooming Xenomorphs."
"I know over 20 languages, yet cannot explain exactly how much I'd like to beat you with a pufferfish."
"But did you die again? No? So... why so grumpy, Mr. Grouchy von Groucherson?"
"How? How do you claim to be a master shot, yet miss the ginormous glaring weak spot every time? Are you a plant from the Court of Owls? Make it make sense."
"Huh. Sniper scope, but still can't see the obvious. Just ask her already! Aphrodite help me, but you're blind if you can't see she likes you."
"Thanks, but I don't associate with the chronically dumb."
"A date? Let me check my calendar. Sorry, looks like I'm going to be washing my hair for the foreseeable future."
"Would you kindly get your head out of the poor man's rear entrance so he can get some work done?"
"Games teach you problem solving in real time, teamwork, the importance of understanding the mechanics in any situation, how to manage difficult individuals, pattern recognition, and much more. Odin's eyepatch, you must be a pretentious little sod to think you can't learn from gaming. Now quit whining and pick your fighter already. You're holding up the match."
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You are so gross
And you're on Tumblr. So lets try some real insults:
Twitter called, and ol' musky wants his rubes back.
Your insult flops harder than Peggle 2's 2013 announcement.
You're the kind of background generic goon extra Katya would have shot first for effect in Goncharov if she had a gun.
1965 called and wants their shit takes back, but couldn't reach your faxless ass.
Your information on sex and gender is so outdated, not even telegram could reach you.
See what we can achieve if we comprehend things past grade 3 biology?
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more creative insults
you look like the kind of person to confidently offer someone help with opening something and then immediately start struggling with it
you seem like someone who finds an item at a shop without a barcode and tell the cashier "well i guess it's free then huh?"
you look like someone who's obsessed with cinemasins
you're the type of person to never stop talking about Linux whenever anyone brings up any computer-related subject
you probably complain about your food being stale nonstop while you continue to eat it
you look like you'd white knight for Nintendo against emulation
you probably only had a sega dreamcast as a kid
feel free to recommend more
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