You ever have one of those days, when you just are grouchy?

I've been a bit sick over the weekend, didn't get enough sleep last night - and I'm just...grouchy.

Normally, I would do a passive-agressive thing, and sublimate it, finding "good reasons" to be grouchy, at other people, etc.

But no - let's not do that! 

I take full conscious responsibility for my grouchiness - and with the help of the Insult Generator (thanks Bill), I can inflict my grouchiness on you!

So - ~C4?  What is it with your fake name being a type of explosive - what is wrong with you, you heavyweight bowl of freakish parrot droppings?!

And Vince?  Yeah you!   

You think I care about your little list of movies, You rotten bowelful of goofy expectorant?!

And you, Kate, with your absolutely incredible intimate writing ability - I don't care, you crooked drip of rustic cat hairs (say, with the cat hairs, that fits a bit - I promise, totally random...)

And you, Joe, I'm steamed up enough, you bizarre assortment of neurotic horse sweat!

And Per - you zoned too far, You vomitous barrel of sickening nose hair (editor: eww, gross...)

And Ryan - you can intensively engage the smell of my socks, You rat-faced gathering of abrupt pig droppings!

And Jean?  I'll GET you your chocolate, You moth-eaten earful of sun-ripened mule froth!

At any rate - thought I would get all that in the open.

Here endeth the experiment in letting my grouchiness, "all hang out"...