Novel & Cerita Funny Insults Words

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

You foolish mind 😒😒😒 What did I do 😱😱😱 just admit that he made you a fool. It's true. Why are you calling me a fool 😎😎😎 Shut up and get lost 😒😒😡😡 Okay💃💃💃💃 but Hayat didn't do it right. She forgot to remind you that he also called you shortie 😂😂😂 Just get lost before I make you go. Cheater, foolish mind 😡😡😡

It could have been the mafia in there for all I knew. I had been this close to death. This close. Banging on the hood of the car three times, I went psycho, "If I could have freaking died, you stupid son of hairless baboon! I swear I would have come back and haunted you! You demented fish! Over grown Bastard!!" I knew I sucked at insults partly because I never cared to curse and partly because I really didn't have a very bright insulting vocabulary...

Astrid hissed, grasping for any insult she could find, though her words lacked the sting she intended. I shrugged, unfazed. "You’ve said that a million times already. Honestly, it's getting a little boring. If you’re going to insult me, at least be original. ‘Pathetic’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.” Kyle, who had been watching the exchange with a smug look, leaned in and whispered to howard who was seating next to him, “Burn.” His smirk hadn’t left his face, clearly amused by how easily Astrid was being unraveled. the two men looked amuse a little too amused if you ask me

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “What about ‘persistent’?” He counters. I roll my eyes. “That’s one way to put it.” “Or, maybe ‘physically strong’?” “Absolutely not.” “Smart?” “Good one.” “Right right. Insanely intelligent. That’s better.” “You forgot ‘humble’,” I retort sarcastically. “Ok. How about clever?” “That’s pushing it.” “Frustrating?” “Yes!” I give him a mocking clap. “You finally got one right.”

"Nice joke. I guess living a poor man's life has diminished your sense of humor greatly." A snigger was heard somewhere in the corner. We always played this game. The 'Let's insult each other game' it was fun until one of us tried to rip each other's throats. That was, in fact, part of the game. You get mad you lose. “Poor and proud. I can still wear a fifty dollar suit and walk into a room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the fucking show." I grinned, "Not to forget woo the ladies."

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.

I further taunted him. "YOU! YOU IMP! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT!?" His grubby face turned beet-red as he fumed in his wrath, but I was not perturbed by his raging anger at all. In fact, I relished in the fact that I could throw around insults at him without a care of the world. These days, throwing around insults had become a privilege to me all on its own. Lord Vilavelt beside me was staring at the entire conundrum in muted silence. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the bedlam as well. So I took the liberty to throw in some more insults.

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.