Dear Stank Face,
I can’t believe you’re willing to go through with this when I specifically told you all this letter is going to do is insult the turd out of you, you miserable nincompoop. If you think there’s going to be anything of value here that you’ll pick up along the way, rest assured there’s zilch, dingbat. There will be no hidden meanings, no cleverly disguised metaphors, or any meta literary device in this insulting letter. Just insults after insults, you namby-pamby butt nugget.
I wish there were anything of higher importance here, blowhole, like in other open letters but there’s really none except the amount of name-calling you’re going to receive. I’m sure you’ve been called an ass or a bitch or a douche a few times throughout your pathetic waste of a life but here you’ll be called more and you’ll receive them as surely as the chicken shit, jizz bucket, and butt moocher that you are. And as long as you’re not willing to stop, guttersnipe, this letter would be happy to dish out the goodies that degenerate shit pissers like you deserve. Tell all your shaft-sock friends that it’s too late to stop the unpleasantry train because it’s hitting you right in your pizza face to shred your bug-eyed, spotty-lipped, inbred mug, so it could be fed to the dogs.
You know, some people are ordinary weasels, twits, and dweebs, but any reader like you who’s mad enough to take all of this must be a truly useless loser who’s metastisized into an irredeemable sperm dumpster with a penchant for licking turd off a hobo’s scrotum. That’s right. It’s just gonna get worse from here because this letter will now start to curse you lot of fuckwits and miscreant cumb bubbles with vicious words that could form a deadly virus that’ll spread from mouth to mouth and terminate poor mothers when their dog-kissing, blood-sucking, dirt-eating, worm-headed sons and daughters kiss them. Get out while you still can, douchewaffle.
But I guess that’s too much to ask of ass goblins like you. After all, one can usually reason with dolts and goofballs, but not with pieces of cum cake–the reprobate tribe of which you represent. One must wonder how much shit stack you’ve ingested during your lifetime that you have devolved into this hopeless state of cock gobbling. And no, this open letter doesn’t intend to throw shade about a particular gender or class of people, but it does try its best to dub you a cum-guzzling, bowl of ass soup. I don’t really have to explain to you how the last thing an insulting letter like this tries to do is be gender-sensitive. But I just did just in case you don’t get it since you’re a shit-spraying avatar of asshattery.
Let’s clarify something here. According to this letter, you’re an overstuffed peawit, dingleberry, fuck stain, turd burglar who’s also an overall cunt bag, jerk tard, vaginal bloodfart that has shit for brains. It doesn’t even need to make sense. It just has to get the point across that you’re a sperm-burping gutter slut who’s also a fuck-faced, pillow-biting brainless waste of space at the same time. You lived your life as a cheap, lying fart-knocker with your man-whoring, fuck-ball pals, and on your gravestone they’ll write “RIP Ass Maggot.” History will remember you for your lunkheadedness and for your sorry-ass vomit-fondling days.
So, snot gargler, it’s clear you want to see the end of this open letter no matter how many times it calls you a dick-shitting scrotum breath. On one hand, I kind of respect your dumb-headedness to go this far but overall, I’m still more shocked at your tragic monkey-fucking metamorphosis. I guess you are a true-blue queef master who has devoted your sick existence to ass piracy and professional douche-sucking while continuing to be a decorated pussy ebola and a talented shit stain. Congratulations, peepee cheeks. You are now way past wankers, yahoos, dipshits, skanks, and dongbags–you are, for better or for worse, a legit hose monster, cock nozzle, butt-munching dick trickle, and thunder cunt. You are ass-felching personified.
This open letter would love to go on for your family of dump trucks but all good things must come to an end. And thus, so long, brainless, stiff-legged, fattypants. May you continue to grow as a shining piece of monkey shit and ass clown.
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