The CheckerBoard

Both to lighten the mood with a bit of levity, and to help Wes with some original twitter put-downs, I thought it might be fun to post up some suggestions here that we can't use on each other. Think what immature morons he deals with there and suggest away!

I'll start:

You have the intelligence of a lobotomized gnat.

Mom's calling. Time for you to clean up your bedroom, i.e., the basement.

The ability to type poorly does not make one a "commentator".

It's not about how smart I am; it's about how you make Gump look like a Nobel Prize winner in physics.

As my dog was licking himself a moment ago, I thought of your cognitive skills.

Have you been asked to volunteer for the Special Olympics? Because you'd make the special kids look a lot smarter if you just stand by and talk.

Why, yes, I HAVE been drinking Dool-aide (orange flav., natch), just like you've apparently been drinking lead filled paint and absinthe.

True, true. But tonight I'll be in bed with an ACTUAL woman, not one rated in terms of psi. There's that.

Obviously, you're just tweeting to back up your claimed need for medical MJ.

Wanna know what happens when you rub two brain cells together? I thought you must, b/c you obviously only have one.