We no speak english so nice so some of these make no sense perfectly. We many sorries.
May three bazillion furious Chauffs seduce beefhearts while defecating on your moldy Tater Twister.
May a hell of a lot of furry crustaceans build a 260 meter tall tower made entirely of fish balls while hiding out in your secret July issue of Vintage Robot Porn Monthly.
May a barrel of living dead fighter pilots go so far as to inquire "Where's the Beef?" to John Travolta after sabotaging your dinner guest.
May 1,024 buff members of Menudo commit adultry with sporks while getting it on with your secret legs.
May 62 cowardly retards implode chex mix after consuming your crusty arch nemesis, The Queen of England.
May a couple yellow Fidel Castros spontaneously combust after getting angry at green bean casserole while scrubbing your intestines... FOR ME TO POOP ON!
May a hogshead of cheesey cannibals dabble in the art of coffee beans while tinkering with your space-aged bag of potatoes.
May 777 quadriplegic librarians advance to Boardwalk with cat litter while kicking your calcium enriched helicopter.
May 4 drugged up rapists live La Vida a rotting deer carcass after genetically cloning your filthy boa constrictor.
May 2 diabetic people who use this arabian-random-insult-generator determine the molecular formula of eggnog while scrubbing your crappy demonic cat.
May a gross of fantastic eskimos bend over crack pipes over your secret fruitcake from last Christmas.
May 101 crispy SWBell technical support prove their love with Rosie O'Donnell while polishing your secret cheeselog.
May a hogshead of yellow Monty Python fanatics dismember cancerous growths while tinkering with your forearm... FOR ME TO POOP ON!
May three trillion quadriplegic Dunkin' Donuts owners do an indian rain-dance with soiled diapers over your secret naughty area.
May 2 very badly burned wives take a placebo made of party poopers while defecating on your mysterious head.
May an indeterminable amount of grape jelly covered Osama Bin Ladens explode party poppers while playing twister with your scooter.
May an imaginary number of chalky Chauffs artificially inseminate dust mites while thinking lustfully of your ingrown chicken ranch.
May one too many moldy Helens smoke horny irishmen after being forced to smell your filthy country's president.
May an indeterminable amount of dyslexic Mr. Hankeys flirt with Meow Mix after setting fire to your crooked swan.
May 42 pink husbands fix scantily clad women while playing twister with your diseased family jewels.
May an insane amount of starving Fidel Castros discover the secret of Pez dispensers while playing twister with your disfigured bodily oriface.
May 50 billion recovering alcoholic aerobics instructors spend the morning burping beer underneath Mike's false teeth.
May a megabyte of nuclear Roshnis build up a tolerance to $240 worth of pudd'n in the vicinity of your tiny Egg McMuffin.
May 101 lice infested Scooby Doos get "down with o.p.p." with some furry peanut butter after setting fire to your home.
May a plethora of weird unix system administrators invest in alphabet soup inside your huge golf cart.

Insulter v2.0 BETA 6 by Mike Newman
Words by Ted Harapat, Mike Newman, and others

# of combinations: 96,492,703,376,380,080


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