Yer swine ye vulgar wee maggot. Dinnae ye ken that yer pathetic? ye worthless poke o' filth. As we say in Scotland, ah will bet ye coudnae pour pish oot o' a boot wi' instructions oan th' heel. Yer a canker. A loupin that wilnae awa wi ye. A zit oan th' butt o' society. Ah wid ower winch a advocate than be seen wi' you.
You ur a fiend 'n' a feartie-cat, 'n' ye hae ill breath. Yer degenerate, noxious 'n' depraved. A'm feelin' debased juist fur knowing ye exist. Ah despise everything aboot ye. Yer a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature o' a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum 'n' ah wish ye wid gang away.
You're a putrescence mass, a traivelin boak. Yer a spineless wee worm deserving hee haw bit th' profoundest contempt. Yer a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Yer lee is a monument tae stupidity. Yer a stench, a revulsion, a muckle sook oan a sour lemon.
You ur a bleating gowk, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly wi' th' effluvia 'n' offal accompanying yer alleged birth intae this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful tae nobody, abandoned by th' puke-drooling, giggling beasts wha sired ye 'n' then murdurred themselves in recognition o' whit thay hud done.
I wull ne'er git ower th' embarrassment o' belonging tae th' identical species as ye. Yer a monster, an ogre, a malformity. Ah barf at th' gey thought o' ye. Ye hae a' th' appeal o' a paper cut. Lepers jook ye. Fur aff yer coupon th' rabbit population actually decreased. Yer vile, worthless, less than hee haw. Yer a weed, a fungus, th' dregs o' this earth. 'n' did ah mention ye smell?
if ye aren't an eejit, ye made a world-class effort at simulating one.
Ye snail-skulled wee rabbit. Wid that a hawk pick ye up, take the motor tis beak intae yer brain, 'n' upon finding it rancid set ye shoogly tae fly briefly afore spattering th' ocean rocks wi' th' frothy poofy culur pity o` yer ignoble blood. Kin ye choke oan th' queasy, convulsing nausea o` yer ain trite, foolish beliefs.
You ur weary, stale, flat 'n' unprofitable. Yer grimy, squalid, no nice 'n' profane. Yer foul 'n' mingin'. Ye'r a gowk, an ignoramus. Monkeys keek doon oan ye. Even an aberdonian`s burd wilnae shag wi' ye. Yer unreservedly pathetic, starved fur attention, 'n' lost in a land that reality forgot.