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I dare you

thou art a ****

You sheep-biting scut

Yon great heaving behemoth from the nether hath cast about it a horrible stench, aye this must needs be thy own low thrice cursed matron whose loins thou didst spring forth from to trouble this realm.

ie. Yo momma fat and her breaf stank.

I bite my thumb at thee.