Firstly. Frank T Bird couldn’t fly if his life depended on it. He’s a fucken dodo.

The T in T bird stands for “Tina, tit bitch of the dessert …. “

Oh sorry, not him - you. My bad. Here’s you -

As for you, I’ll bring crackers because you’re ax-wound smells like well runny Gorgonzola and I’m peckish.

You’re so inbred you shit with the outhouse door open and wipe yur ass with toenail clippings.

You’re tampons are researched in the Smithsonian as ‘another life form’ and your face without makeup looks like a bubbling long drop.

When you kissed the toad he became an attorney called Rudy Guiliani and you blew him.

Aaah, that’s better.