NEW DESIGN! Do you find yourself too often at a loss for a quick retort or suitable insult? Well with this prewashed 100% cotton T-shirt, you'll always have a scathing bon mot to hand. Features some of Shakespeare's finest insults. Wear it, "you poisonous bunch-back'd toad!" Now available in a white t-shirt with black writing or a black t-shirt with white writing.
*Note: The list of insults are different on the black shirt and the white t-shirt.*
Here is a complete list of the insults featured on the BLACK shirt:
all eyes and no sight
I do desire we may be better strangers
lump of foul deformity
O gull, O dolt, as ignorant as dirt
light of brain
thou art a boil, a plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle
long-tongu'd babbling gossip
A damned saint, an honorable villain!
not so much brain as earwax
anointed sovereign of sighs and groans
Clod of wayward marl
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes
a fusty nut with no kernel
false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand
O' serpent heart, hid with flowering face
crusty botch of nature
highly fed and lowly taught
bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies
Dread prine of plackets, king of codpieces
elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog
stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots
Thou cream faced loon.
You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian!
canker-blossom
Idol of idiot-worshippers!
no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes
All the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs
Blister'd be thy tongue!
poisonous bunch-back'd toad
infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker
veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth
Foot-licker!
Here is a complete list of the insults featured on the WHITE shirt:
You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian!
long-tongued babbling gossip
poisonous bunch-back'd toad
infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker
a fusty nut with no kernel
canker-blossom
anointed sovereign of sighs and groans
mountain of mad flesh
false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand
bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies
quintessence of dust
all eyes and no sight
veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth
lump of foul deformity
Thou art a boil, a plague-sore, or embossed carbuncle
not so much brain as ear-wax
All the infections that the sun sucks up bogs
Clod of wayward marl
Idol of idiot-worshippers
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces
beetle-heeded, flap-ear'd knoave!
roast-meat for worms
no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes
light of brain
elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog
O gull, o dolt, as ignorant as dirt!
lewdly inclin'd
highly fed and lowly taught
crusty botch of nature
stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots
Footlicker!
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