FoolProof: Dood. No shit. That is lame.  
 

LowFlyingMule: I concur. You have doodoo in yer heart, Mr.one-voter.

Bud Tugly: You're a mean one, Mr. One-voter.  
You really are a heel.  
You're as cuddly as a cactus,  
You're as charming as an eel.  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
You're a bad banana  
With a greasy black peel.  
 
 
You're a monster, Mr. One-voter.  
Your heart's an empty hole.  
Your brain is full of spiders,  
You've got garlic in your soul.  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
I wouldn't touch you, with a  
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.  
 
 
You're a vile one, Mr. One-voter.  
You have termites in your smile.  
You have all the tender sweetness  
Of a seasick crocodile.  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
Given the choice between the two of you  
I'd take the seasick crockodile.  
 
 
You're a foul one, Mr. One-voter.  
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.  
Your heart is full of unwashed socks  
Your soul is full of gunk.  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
The three words that best describe you,  
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."  
 
 
You're a rotter, Mr. One-voter.  
You're the king of sinful sots.  
Your heart's a dead tomato splot  
With moldy purple spots,  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing  
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable  
rubbish imaginable,  
Mangled up in tangled up knots.  
 
 
You nauseate me, Mr. One-voter.  
With a nauseaus super-naus.  
You're a crooked jerky jockey  
And you drive a crooked horse,  
Mr. One-voter.  
 
 
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool  
sandwich  
With arsenic sauce.

leyman: werd!