I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
What's wrong with dog kissing? I mean, not on the lips. But a little peck on the top of the nose is ok?
Not a bad start, but you want to get an Aussie or a Brit to help you out with some swearing.
It's a direct quote from the movie
No reason not to spice it up a bit.
Good enough for Clark's boss, but somehow still not emphatic enough to describe Trump.
Also, where's cousin Eddie when you need him?
Filling up the shitter.
When compared to my feelings about Orange Hitler, Clark's rant feels like high praise.
He’s got that crazed look in his eye.
Uncle Eddie got the assignment straight off