Rob McAlpine wrote:Blame me anyways. I thrive on abuse.
But not as much as Tim. I text him insults on a regular basis, because he's one of my favorite sailors. I'm sure you guys understand. Just the other day I called him a queefbubble, twatwaffle, fartblossom and a shitmuffin. Pretty high praise, indeed.
I have to humor, Rob.
I suspect his daughter, who is a formidable insulter in her own right (she of the famous "Cap'n Dickweed" quip) felt like her father, rapidly approaching his dotage, could no longer keep up with the modern, vituperative lexicon. And, he's also apparently unable to find the "Urban Dictionary" anywhere on the interwebs (though it's right here:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/)...thus blunting his verbal rapier, so to speak.
So she went to Sharper Image and bought him a Random Insult Generator. This gizmo combines an emission from any of the numerous human body parts and a fruit, flower or food to generate a snappy and original sounding barb suitable for texting or using on-line, as in a forum.
He's obviously having fun with it, so the best strategy is for us to just ride with it and let it play out...I'm sure he'd be the first to agree that pay-backs are hell and he has to spend a considerable amount of time with us at sea in a few months. And sooner or later, he'll have to sleep.
He'll have to.