I see that you are fluent in Gibbering Moronese. Unfortunately, I'm not. You generate more waffle than the waffle making machine in a waffle factory. How about putting that into proper syntax, form, and grammar so that I can at least understand what you are saying before I dismiss it?
If brains were dynamite, you wouldn't have enough to blow the kneecap off a flea. You must have a very large brain to hold such a vast amount of sheer ignorance. If you knew what you're talking about, you'd be dangerous. I suggest you need Mark Twain's advice; "It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."
Calling you dull is a gross underestimation of just how tedious you are. You have the personality of a damp sponge and the appeal of a moldy sweat sock. You have the warm personal charm of a millipede and about as much class as a bucket of mucous lodged on top of a dumpster in a Blue Light district of New Jersey. Maybe you wouldn't read like such a pathetic loser if you weren't so dense that light bends around you; if the chief excitement in your meaningless life wasn't spotting people who are fatter than you are, or if you didn't have a face that makes people ask: "Damn, is it Halloween already?" Who am I kidding? You would.
In future, if you have something to say, just shut up.
You are a precociously uncivilized mauvais sujet and a depraved, acidly acrimonious mass of neuroses and pathologies.
Stop singing like a witless Eunuch while rubbing Rogaine on your swollen manboobs in the hope of growing some chest hair and come away from that window you are wiggling your ass out thinking some passing stranger will grope it for the first sexual experience of your worthless life, and get over here so I can force-feed you a generous helping of Shut The Fuck Up.
A curse upon you, you nauseating assault on the senses, for you will be dragged through the sty by a demented pig.
Not bad for a machine, but the Goth Lawyer does it better.