24/7 Polk Street Bruthie aka Jack LaLanne/Richard Simmons evil twin, is like a bowl of wheat puffs. Lots of bulk and no substance.
You're like a documentary about sand, only not as exciting.
You're like a Bergman film, only not as funny.
He tried to get in touch with his inner child but the line was busy.
He's the kind of guy who'd put his wife on the dresser and kiss his wallet goodnight.
I'm trying to see from your point of view, but I can't stick my head that far up my butt.
Your head is so far up your butt you can chew your food twice.
Your proctologist called. They found your head.
The guy is so lazy, he married a pregnant woman.
Your face reminds me of a movie star. Lassie!
You are such a dork, your imaginary friend wouldnd't hang out with you!
Someday they're going to name a disease after you.
I'd curse you to look ugly, but I think I missed the rush.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
If you can't laugh at yourself, I'll be glad to do it for you.
Did your sideshow leave town without you?
You're so full of crap, they could knock it out of you with a boat oar and send what's left of you home in a matchbox.
I didn't understand why they called it the "rat race" until I met you.
Let me know if I say anything that offends you. I might want to offend you again later.
