Korn freak-basicly a person who likes rock or metal or punk and dresses in black but not like emos's by god not like emos mainly just a black
hoodie baggy jeans and odeassa shoes or convers is what "korn freaks" wear or "Korn knob" is a new one
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nsults to go along with it are "Go slit your rists korn freak" as there is a streotype of depressed mesochistic kids who get stoned 24//7 and cut
ourselfs whitch is totlay not true
I have a very unusual first name. I was picked on severely because of it. I was a hippy child, so it goes along the lines of Star, Moon, Cloud,
etc.
I had many variations of the name.
I was also called:
-nerd
-geek
-teacher's pet
-white trash
-poor
- A "female dog"
- A "trampy, non classy lady with a sexual addiction"
It doesn't bother me know. The ;atest generation of kids say my name is "wickedly cool." Whatever.
The sweet thing is, karma always plays a role. I saw a cheerleader who was one of the ringleaders in the insults recently. She was filling orders at
Wendy's.
lets see, where to start, most of these are aussie slang.
'wanker'
'd***head'
'smartass'
'chubby'
'suckhole'(my mum taught at my high school, man was that fun)
lots of others that would need a heap of censoring. There was a group of us also that was into metal that used to get singled out. What doesnt kill
you makes you stronger..
I developed quite a bit earlier than the other girls age when I was in elementary school. So because of that I earned the horrible nicknames of
"Mommy Long Legs" and "Dolly Partons Daughter".
I've been called worthless (and several synonyms thereof), lazy, an "insensitive asshole" (by two different girlfriends!), cold, cruel, arrogant,
egotistical, mean, and evil. And someone once said I had a large head.
but nobody has thus far called me stupid, or unhappy. so it's all good.
Once upon a midnight dreary... No, once upon a time I always carried my guestbook around (because I was never home) and had people write whatever they
pleased therein, wherever I went. That turned out to be a great way to collect insults, and in fact I invited them. When I outgrew the guestbook deal,
I sat down and read through the several volumes (once one was full, I bought a new, etc), gathering each and every insult into a separate document
that I once proudly displayed on my web site. This was to help visitors of low imagination find a suitable phrase in the heat of the moment. However,
all that is gone by now; though if I can locate the original paper scribble I'd be happy to report a few of the better ones for your education. (Some
insults were actually amazingly good ones.)