A Challenge

[tnemrot]

Why hello SB, I have just exited my diamond encrusted limousine to inform you of what I find absolutely appalling about this place. That is that you lack a certain, egotistical air that I, take it upon my good and charitable self to fix! *Slaps with white glove* I hereby challenge you, SB to a contest of wits regarding our maternal figures Now, allow me to begin the bout. Ahem! I have recently heard that your mother lacked the common sense and intellect to the degree that when she found herself under the misfortune of being trapped in a market for food and other various groceries, she made the folly of finding ruin from starvation! Egad, one could sustain themselves off the consumption of the very irony of that situation alone.

[♥Mark]

Be that as it may, I have it on good authority that your mother is large to such a magnitude that her radius exceeds her hight by no less than a factor of two fold. Secondly that she lacked the sufficient foresight to have an abortion operation performed following your conception but preceding your birth, yet still thereafter had the indecency to not take the responsibility to leave you abandoned in a trash receptacle without food or drink so that you might expire unnoticed.

[tnemrot]

By George, was that intended to be clever rouse or complete debauchery? I daresay I haven't the slightest at interpreting such a mess of utter bullocks. Now, I chanced by observing your mother on fine evening when I happened upon a circus tent (I only recognized it from seeing it in various books I had explored in my more scholarly days, for quite plainly, I would never attend such commonplace ruckus out of own due free will). However, to my unpleasant surprise, I was informed that my previous assumptions were incorrect, for I had not stumbled upon a circus tent at all, rather what I had mistaken for a large tent was indeed your mother's undergarments! Oh what proper misfortune!

[♥Mark]

That you should lead off by stating how utterly lost you are at understanding clearly spoken and worded English is quite apt: For what a quaint picture of your hapless ineptitude at recognizing commonplace items you've painted for us here. In fact it seems you're thrice mistaken. "My mother's undergarments" which you mistook to be a circus tent you have actually mistakenly identified, it seems they are in actuality that of your own mother's. Clearly your life continues to be as much a blunder on your part as your birth and continued life (as mentioned) was on your mother's. Though I do thank you for illustrating my point. You're an excellent painter.

[tnemrot]

Spoiler for .: (I'm a bit tired so last one for the night) The countenance of your mother is reputed to be of such grave becoming that she is often taken for a gargoyle.

[•Neko•]

Why hello SB, I have just exited my diamond encrusted limousine to inform you of what I find absolutely appalling about this place. That is that you lack a certain, egotistical air that I, take it upon my good and charitable self to fix! *Slaps with white glove* I hereby challenge you, SB to a contest of wits regarding our maternal figures Now, allow me to begin the bout. Ahem! I have recently heard that your mother lacked the common sense and intellect to the degree that when she found herself under the misfortune of being trapped in a market for food and other various groceries, she made the folly of finding ruin from starvation! Egad, one could sustain themselves off the consumption of the very irony of that situation alone. Yo momma so [adjective], she [phrase].

[tnemrot]

Yo momma so [adjective], she [phrase]. URDOINITRONG