niktemadur

Well... since most of the big ones are taken, I'll throw in:
"Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco."

EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
"Me cago en la leche de tu madre" - "I shit in your mother's milk".

It's like an Excalibur that fucks with rotational symmetries, GR tensors 'n' shit!

In case anyone's interested, here's what the lore says:

Back at the very turn of the 19th-to-20th century, the Boston Americans (later Red Sox) used to play their games at the Huntington Avenue Grounds, a decade or so before Fenway Park was built.

Outside the stadium, there was a German gentleman with a grilled wiener cart, he sold his product on a sheet of waxed paper, with mustard. That way, his customers could avoid getting their fingers all greasy.

The Boston Americans were a great team back then, super popular with the city locals. One crowded baseball day, the vendor ran out of wax paper!
What to do... what to do...? He got it! He gave money to his employee (or son, I don't recall), with urgent instructions: "Quick, run to the nearby bakery and bring me as many french rolls as you can!"

And thus, the modern concept of the hot dog was born. According to the lore.

Tell that to those hollow minds crushed and ruined by the internet, and they'll run your librul, commie-lovin', Rusia-hatin', multi-gendered ass out of town, with torches, pitchforks, and more than a few of them good-ole-boy sheriff's patrol units, ~~shitguns~~ shotguns loaded and aimed, 'cause this here's 'Murica, dangummit, muh freedum!

...and the rest, as they say, is history.

Let's see if I can get it from memory, not looking it up:

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time,
for y'all have knocked her up.
I have seen the maggots in the mind of the universe,
but I knew I had to rise above it all
or drown in my own shit.

Somebody's been watching some Ken Burns lately...

Good

He cast
Know Yourself
spell

Then he laughs while the entire audience
writhes on the convention- carpet floor
in an agony of horror and revulsion.

Ha ha!
You didn't expect
You'd be that nasty
On the inside
Did you?!!

Gessafelstein!
Ghorram.
Grüdnîkerd.

Although I didn't fully understand it at the time, the reason I was so clumsy at the hookup scene, is because I was always thinking more long-term. As it turned out, I was much more comfortable in relationships, of doing fun stuff like reverse dates: have sex with my partner, then go out to dinner and/or drinks with her.

Then we realized a funny thing: when we are both relaxed, we notice nearly everyone else around us was tense about the same thing, hunting and preening, and there we were, smiling knowingly at each other, having just fucked each other's brains out, enjoying a drink with zero stress in the mind and body.

People on the hookup scene have it the wrong way around.
If they only knew the pleasure of going out having already done the deed. Daily intimacy has this and many other perks.

The yellow "low tire pressure" light.