May a bushel of furious members of Menudo determine the molecular formula of toe jam above your Britney Spears poster.
May you witness former extra-terrestrials dabble in the art of Playdoh while polishing your cucumber.
May a hell of a lot of odd Enron executives pray to the patron saint of Janet Reno after setting fire to your Egg McMuffin.
May a molar quanity of mammoth union members determine the molecular formula of smoked string cheese sticks while licking your decaying urinal.
May 64 soaking plumbers with butt-crack-itis perform a Vulcan Mind Meld to deodorant sticks of doom inside your uncle's knockers.
May 2 creamy tourists sing the rap song "I like big Pez dispensers" to 1.21 JIGAWATTS!!!! at a fund-raising event for your under-appreciated chicken dinner.
May a quartet of obese toll booth operators hollar "Them's fight'n words!" to Frogurt after applying Preparation H to your freakin' huge ears.
May 2,000 yellow Fem-Bots castrate deep fat fried creamed corn balls while performing a drive-by-shooting on your skull.
May one too many handicapped gnomes prove their love with a rotting deer carcass in an evil parallel universe of your worthless yoga master.
May a hell of a lot of feathered Iowa Hawkeye Football Players glaze a ham with senators while scrubbing your cucumber.
May plenty of fantastic TWA staff members dismember Elephant Beautiful Balls after hearing a loud *pop* coming from Mike's helicopter.
May you witness special-ed Santa Clauses flirt with leeches while licking your secret little yappy dog.
May 666 furry Osama Bin Ladens share their inner-most secrets with spaghetti beside your liquified ears.
May 2,000 homosexual aerobics instructors wish they hadn't stuck rabid dogs up their butt after they get busy on barbeque sauce while kicking your silicone enhanced bat guano.
May one too many paper thin convenient store clerks go bar hopping with hand lotion while worshiping your wart covered deck.
May a gross of toxic accountants flash cigarettes while defecating on your midget skull.
May 42 hairy Space Ghosts watch "When television repairmen attack!" on Fox while they spontaneously combust after getting angry at pepperonis using only vaseline and your Swedish pimp.
May 777 mutant crocodile hunters smash beer cans on their mayonnaise after hearing a loud *pop* coming from a portion of your thingy.
May an imaginary number of high speed orcs advance to Boardwalk with a rotting deer carcass using only your shrunken hotel minibar.
May many bi-sexual 5th cousins play spin the bottle with toe jam while fending off your diseased silly putty.
May a gallon of nomadic Elvis impersonators shout "I like to stick genitals down my pants" to Tequilla while tinkering with your freakin' huge Salad Shooter... FOR ME TO POOP ON!
May a crate of scuzzy insurance agents interrogate Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles under your dreaded face.
May 256 wet garbage pail kids spank Tequilla above your calcium enriched piece of Big Red chewing gum.
May 32 fluid ounces of vegetarian boy bands work for the crime boss known as "Big front porch Tony" and smuggle weasels while standing on your shriveled up porcelain god.
May 3,000 beast-like taxi drivers projectile vomit Toucan Sam behind a portion of your deck.

Insulter v2.0 BETA 6 by Mike Newman
Words by Ted Harapat, Mike Newman, and others

# of combinations: 95,866,127,380,429,568


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