If you're going to insult someone...
... it's probably best to make sure you understand the word you're using. Unless the person you're trying to insult doesn't understand it either.

We were a class of 12 and 13-year-olds whiling away a fairly ordinary lunchtime. Two of our number - let's call them T and B, because that has something to do with their actual initials - had been winding each other up for days. From out of the window of the form-room, we could see B hurtling down the corridor, with T in hot pursuit. B made it through the door, but wasn't fast enough to shut it behind him - and T was sizeable enough to mean that he'd have been able to force it open anyway.

B tried to hide under a table.
"I dare you to call me that again," T challenged. "Go on! Just try it!"
B said nothing.
"I bet you don't even know what it means!" T continued.
B regained his nerve. "I bet you don't, either."
T lost his momentum for a moment, and then saw a dictionary on the table across the room. (This was the kind of school where the idea of settling disputes with a dictionary was unusual, but not utterly beyond comprehension. This may explain quite a bit abut how I became the verbose pedant I currently am.)
"Right," he ordered the person sitting closest to the dictionary. "I need to know how hard to hit B for what he just called me. Look up 'virile', and tell me what it means."

B did escape a black eye; but he didn't escape a red face.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 15:25, 2 replies)

Christ.
This is great, but also gayer than Elton John's dog.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 30 Nov 2011, 15:33, closed)

Before you insult a man, walk a mile in his shoes.
Because then, when you insult him, you'll be a mile away, and you'll have his shoes.
With apologies to J. Handey
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Wed 30 Nov 2011, 15:37, closed)