Ah, I believe I have ascertained my spiritual abode. I have been quite fatigued that my propensity towards sesquipedalian loquaciousness has been either studiously passed over for acknowledgment or outright caricatured at the educational facility that I inhabit on a daily basis. Now perhaps I can seek repose, I feel like intoxicating liquors have passed directly to my cranium.
Damn it, why don't I write romance novels if I'm talking like that?
And as for the insults thing, I like to let off a good, hearty: "RAPIST!" Works every time. And someone mentioned the switching-around thing... heh. Real words of wisdom from me:
"This twatting place is bastarding boring!"