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Да легко.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in the Army, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus, unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill, degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything.
И это еще даже не мат.
Дай угадаю, а на футбольном форуме ты писал что-то вроде "Свисток известил об окончании матча, и немецкая машина выходит из группы смерти, учинив фирменный разгром хозяевам поля"?
Это называется клише.
Кажется, ваши скромные познания в иностранной ругани ограничиваются списком хэштегов в порнхабе.
Лол. Вы, кажется, не очень понимаете, как это работает. Самцов обвиняют потому, что в обратном случае самец обычно совершенно не смущается поебаться. Если ты заявишь на коллегу, то последствия будут такими же, как если она заявит на тебя, но ты ведь этого не сделаешь, верно?:)
В этом есть определенная несправедливость, ведь общество делает нас равными, а биология смеется в лицо, смотря на это. С другой стороны, несправедливость эта уравнивается тем, что ты легко можешь втащить большинству женщин без особых для себя последствий. И в 40 будешь еще огурчик, в сравнении. И все такое.
Яхз, почему тут у всех бомбит, но прописаный в рабочем контракте пункт про запрет на отношения между сотрудниками в международных компаниях (с ежегодными лекциями от HR на тему харрасмента) - это норма. Уверен, что и у IGN подобный пункт был.
Даблят, в интернете забанили что ли?
https://www.buzzfeed.com/alexfinnis/the-100-most-brilliantly-british-swear-words-in-existence