Uschi-
Yuk! What a putrid waste of a vagina you are, you humped-back, club-footed, bowlegged, lollicock lickin' loser. You couldn't get a date if you bought them dried in a tin, you under-medicated, rump-ruptured chronic self-abuser. You're the kind of greasy, giggling, girly gombeen who buys STDs from a viral lab just to make it look like you get laid. Average looking, my ass. You're uglier than the south-facing end of north-bound mule with a ruptured ulcerated fly-covered rump. You're a politically vacillating phony liberal fuck; too damn broadminded to take your own side in a debate. You four-eyed, cerebrally-deluded, Einstein-impersonating, pseudo-intellectual nerdturd with a head full of misfiring synapses. Like your height, everything about you is average; except your stench - which is overwhelming. If you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, people would think you're a zipper, you emaciated fuck. Get a job, you goddamn leach! You're as useful as anti-wrinkle cream in a lepor colony, you clodhopping simpleton. I love that shirt you're wearing. You never throw anything away, do you? What makes you such a twat? Is it the flawed family birthing process of the father sucking the infant spawn from the mother's rectum and spitting it headfirst into the cold-cast bath?
