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TABLE OF CONTENTS
4........................................................................Letters to the Editor
Deaths
5........................................................................Editaurus
6........................................................................Teen Vogue Exclusive: Furby
7........................................................................Jesus Comes Back
8........................................................................Famous Comebacks
9........................................................................Lists
10,11.................................................................Old Dog, New Tricks
12......................................................................A Semester Abroad
13......................................................................Iced, Bro
14......................................................................Long Lost Twins
Humpback Whale
15......................................................................Te Cravin
Greatest Comeback Lines
DEATHS LETTERS to the editor ||||
4
Jester of Columbia
M. Night Shyamalan, 42 years. No he didnt... Did he really? Or did he?
Santa Claus, 400 years. Because you stopped believing, Timmy.
Praying Mantises, 66 Million years. Militant Atheist Mantises.
My anal stage, 3 years. Moved on to phallic stage.
A Bottle of Nikolai, 30 minutes into the party. Peer Pressure.
4 Lines of Coke, 90 minutes into party. Peer Pressure.
Cat, me fucking it 120 minutes into party. Peer Pressure/Fuck it, man.
My vibe, 19 years. Bitch
99.9% of Germs, 60 seconds. Lysol. Te brand you can trust.
Sarah Brown, 93 years. Sarah Brown died peacefully
in her sleep but was sleeping while an axe murderer
entered her bedroom.
Te Hamburgler, 27 years. Fatally shot by a Chicago Police Ofcer
afer attempting to break into an Arbys.
Lyle Barnett, 29 years. Lyle reduced his diet to a single granny smith
apple to Keep the doctors away and stay healthy. He shortly passed
of malnutrition.
Sheila Pennington, 34 years. Shelia mistakenly thought a Cinco de
Mayo party was a costume party, and arrived dressed as a large
pastel-colored donkey. Sheila was then mistaken for a pinata and
beaten to death by a mob of hungry children.
Bob, 12 years. Bob was the house gorilla at a local zoo. Upon being
taught how to paint, complete simple arithmetic equations, and
eventually, communicate with humans via sign language, his trainer
communicated Fear and Trembling the famed manifesto by
acclaimed French existentialist Soren Kierkegaard to him in its
entirety simply using hand gestures. Upon deciphering the hand
signals and comprehending the text, Bob came to the philsohopic
realization that the legitimacy of his existence was tenuous in the face
of an uncertain, fatalistic world. Unsure of whether or not he really
existed, he hung himself.
Harry Shen, 28. A line cook at a 5-star restaurant, Harry bravely
relieved his fellow kitchen mates of the pressures of a busy night by
cooking and serving himself. Te dish was then served, and only
received an average of 2 out of 5 stars by local critics. Te restaurants
health code rating has since been dropped to a B+.
Sandy, 7 years. Sandy was the much loved golden retriever of 7 year-
old Charlie Smithens. Sandy loved to chase cars, but one day a car
chased him and won.
Dear Jester,
Call me right when you get home.
Love,
Mom
Dear Mom,
Mommmmm! Stop embarrassing me in front of
the other magazines. I hate you.
Love,
Jester
Dear Jester,
How do I know if Ive had an orgasm?
Sincerely,
Anti-climatic
Dear Anti-climactic,
You know that feeling you get when you read our
magazine? Its like half as nice.
Best,
Jester
Dear Jester,
Haahaaahaaharaghhhraghhhraaaghharahhh.
Allllriighhttt.
Sincerely,
Matthew McConaughey
Dear Jester,
You guys ever see Dumb and Dumber? Great
movie. You guys should use some of that stuf
in your magazine. Good stuf. Like the part
with the song. So funny.
Sincerely,
Woody Allen
Dear Woody,
Tanks for another one of your shitty ideas.
Best,
Jester
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JESTER
VOL. CXI NO. 3
MAY, 2013
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
Eli Grober
TREASURER
Bijan Samareh
PUBLISHER
Ryan Mandelbaum
ART EDITOR
Jessica Fan
BUSINESS MANAGER
Eleanor Bray
SUBMISSIONS EDITOR
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COVER ART
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INSIDE ART
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LAYOUT STAFF
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5
May 2013, Comeback
Dear Reader,
Do you want to go home? Of course you do. Because home is where the heart
is. And you physically cannot live without a heart.
If you are a wayward son, wandering soul, lost dog, or troubled young
adult, we have devised this universal system to get yourself home. It always
works. All you need is a compass, a rucksack, and your favorite pair of worn-in
work boots.
First, look around you. Where is the nearest road? So what kind of road is it?
A dirt path? An interstate highway? Your fathers driveway? Alright, so you are
on a road. It is probably called Main Street, Broadway, 19th Street, or
21 Jump Street. What is the street you are looking for? Take out the compass
and look at the letters. Pick the letter closest to the letter of the street you live
on. Make sure to account for wraparaound.
A is closest to W, not E. Walk in that direction for a while. Look down. What
are you wearing? Skinny jeans? A baggy sweatshirt? Maybe a pair of tattered
rags. Why are you lost anyway? Youre probably drunk. Tink about all the
choices you made that got you here. Are you just getting home from the bar?
Did you major in creative writing? Has the government forgotten about you?
Are you gay? Hey. Calm down, you look great.
Open up your rucksack and look inside. If you could fnd anything inside
your rucksack, what would it be? Would it be a million dollars? Would it be a
bacon, egg and cheese sandwich? Would it be a friend?
None of those are the right answer. Te thing you should want to fnd in
your rucksack is a heart. A human heart. Because home is where the heart is.
Welcome home, son.
HOW TO GET HOME
-Eli Grober & Ryan Mandelbaum
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Jester of Columbia
FURBY
TeenVOGUE exclusive
Want to know the scandalous secrets of your favorite childhood toy? TEEN VOGUE went
behind the scenes with FURBY to give you all the answers!
NAME: Furby. I'm like Brandy, I don't need a last name. I would have said Beyonce, but Im not that famous.
Im more Brandy-level famous.
HOMETOWN: The dungeons of Tiger Electronics.
OCCUPATION: Scaring small children.
CHRISTMAS WISH THIS YEAR: Legs.
THING I CANT LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT: I cant leave the house. I dont have legs.
PERFECT DATE: I guess the typical answer would be A long walk on the beach, but I. dont. Have. Legs.
CELEBRITY CRUSH: Buzz Lightyear. 'll show you infnity and beyond. (That's a sexual joke.)
FAVORITE SONG: They program me to dance to any music that comes on. Is that any way to live?
Exhaustingly dancing to every freaking song that you hear? just want to live a normal life! Jesus.
ONE THING YOU WOULD WANT IF YOU WERE STUCK ON A DESERT ISLAND: Extra batteries.
Or nothing, itd be a peaceful way to die. At least kids wouldnt stick me in closets in the desert.
FAVORITE PASTTIME: Turning on in the middle of the night. Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?
DIET TIP: 'm not sure. Every time 'm hungry say "Hungry, Ah, Ah and then a human shoves their fnger
in my mouth. Tastes fne to me. So guess, human fngers?
FAVORITE TOY: This is like asking a human what their favorite human is.
FAVORITE FURBISH PHRASE: Wee-Lee-May-No-Kay-Kay. Means shut the f*** up and pet my back.
-EB
7 May 2013, Comeback
On March 24, Jesus came back. Of
course, everyone threw a hissy ft, so they
decided to let him deliver a speech to
straighten things out.
Te Speech
First, I want to say that Mormonism
is the one true religion. Just kidding!
[turns Romney family into pillars of
salt] But in all seriousness, what the
fuck is this shit? [holds up Bible] Te
meek shall inherit the earth? Turn the
other cheek? And I turned water into
whiskey, not wine. Im not a fucking
pussy. And why didnt you guys get
someone like Stephen King or James
Patterson to write this? Tats some
quality stuf. Have you read Maximum
Ride? Anyway, Im not here to
complain about the Gospels. Im the
Savior and the Son of the One True
God, so listen up, nerds.
My dad apologizes that he couldnt
be here; hes pretty ashamed of you
guys so he sent me to clean up his
shit. Tat pisses me of, though. I
mean hes this big fucking deal and
he created everything and rules the
whole universe on the tip of his divine
infnite fngernail or some shit and
he sends ME to die for all you jerks?
Like I dont have my own shit to deal
with? At least Joseph was there for me
growing up. Did the Almighty ever
pick me up from soccer practice or
drink my frst beer with me? And after
abandoning my mom, he has the gall
to fucking have me die before I have
children? All Mary wanted were some
grandchildren, for fucks sake. Sorry. I
didnt mean to blow up there. Ive just
had to deal with those fruity angels
and my blowhard dad for the past
2000 years.
Anyway, I want to clear some stuf up
before I tell you whats gonna happen
on Judgment Day. Which was going
to fall on Tursday, but Aaron Lyman
of Coral Gables, Florida told me that
that doesnt work for him, so Ill move
it to Monday. Really, Aaron? Fuck
you for thinking that the Son of God
would postpone the End of Days
for your stupid bridge game. Its on
fucking Tursday. Also, I dont hate
fags. I really dont. Im gonna say it
again because some of you dumbshits
will keep holding those stupid signs. I.
Dont. Hate. Fags. Also, those natural
disasters are not because people are
gay. Its because you fucking suck at
solving climate change.
Alright. I read Revelations, and to be
honest, its got some pretty creative
shit, like that bit about the horsemen,
but its totally of. Whatll happen is
that all Republicans get into heaven
frst. [awkward pause] I swore I
thought that was gonna get some
laughs But seriously guys, heaven is
pretty crowded, given that it contains
an infnite number of past, present,
and future souls that have and will
ever exist, so we need to make some
cuts.
But its pretty simple if youre a
good, person you get in. Plain and
simple. Each of you will be judged
by a panel of angel jurists, experts in
the felds of divinity and goodness.
Teyre good guys I should tell
you about this one time that Gabriel
was going to create a new disease,
and he was all like yah, brah, this is
gonna prove to you that people fuck
monkeys and me and Raphael were
like no way, man, thats sick as fuck,
nobody does that and he was like
yah, broski, watch me. I dont really
know what happened to that, but the
angels are some stand up guys. But
dont make fun of Metatron, hes really
sensitive about his name. What, is his
brother Optimus Prime or something?
[awkward pause] Humor has really
changed in the last two thousand
years
Just to reiterate, youll get into heaven
and enjoy everlasting bliss in the
company of the Omniscient and
Omnipotent Creator of All Tings
if youre a good person, help others,
do good deeds, and so on. Yes, even
if youre gay. Even if youre poor.
Doesnt matter. [heckler] Did I stutter?
I cant even deal with this right now.
Can someone get some mead over
here? What do you mean they dont
make mead anymore? Fuck that,
get me some water, Ill turn it into
mead myself. I thought you guys had
everything in America.
Terell be a press conference after
this to answer all of your questions,
so please calm down and dont try to
interpret weird meaning out of what
I said like youve all been doing. Im
Jesus Christ and I dont fucking mince
words.
I know this is the end of time and
the fnal days of the realm of physical
existence and all that, but I beg you
to please not fip the fuck out or
youll just make it worse for everyone
else. Please. My dad and I have been
planning this since the beginning
of time so Id really appreciate
your cooperation. We gave blessed
humankind the capacity for free will,
so the least you could do is just listen
to us.
Tats all I have for now. Go Pats.
-MD
J ESU S COMES B A CK
Sunday, March 24, 2013 Saint Patricks Day Early Edition $2.00
Name: Voltron
Profession: Defender of the Universe
Came back after: Just needing a break from all the pressure
Name: Aldous Gerrickson
Profession: Drug Addict
Came back after: A short, scary sobriety spell
Name: Jennifer Valentini
Profession: Magician
Came back after: Being sawed in half. Spooooky!
Name: Mike Daniels
Profession: Asshole
Came back after: Calling fves on his seat
Name: Mathias Mallange
Profession: Extreme South African Great White Shark Hunter
Came back after: A pretty average case of strep throat
Name: Gertrude Welles
Profession: Receptionist
Came back after: Shark attack
Name: Shirley Temple
Profession: Actress
Came back after: Te cutest little morphine addiction
Name: Franklin D. Roosevelt
Profession: Te only three-term president of the U.S.A.
Came back after: Hearing that this time, there was actually going
to be pizza
Name: Heroin chic
Profession: Style
Came back after: Meth chic went just a little too far
Name: Bret Long
Profession: Self-described Professional Procrastinator
Came back after: TBA
-BS
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Jester of Columbia
FAMOUS
COMEBACKS
9 May 2013, Comeback
Precoital Activities
Golf
More sex, dude! Nice.
Baseball game
Stretching
Season two of Burn Notice
Going to Home Depot
Remembering to call your mom
Surviving a car accident
Reciting the Gettysburg Address
High-fving your best friend Stan
Switching your MSN status to away
Petty theft
Crying
Counting down
Stuf I wish I had on my chest
instead of nipples
More nipples
Belly buttons
Headlights
Some sort of defense mechanism
Tiny speakers
Eyes
A friend
Buttons that everytime you pressed them
they would say a Woody Allen quote
Pogs
Wallet-sized photos of family friends
Bagel Bites
Lacoste logos
Why your Tomagachi pet died
Murder
Dysentery
Ethnic cleansing
He snitched
Sleeping pill overdose
Old age
Got sent to a Farmville upstate
Real pet peed on it
Medical experimentation
Evolution
You suck at Tomagachi
Stuf youd do if you were a ghost
Cut all your classes
Eat sugary cereals and jump on your bed
Be afraid of yourself
Ding dong ditch but stay at the door
Get some time to work on your screenplay
Never feel the touch of a woman again
Finally fnd out whether ghosts just look
like guys in sheets
Level up your druid
Find god
Exercise more
A Few Good Men
Stans dad
Jefreys dad
Lawrences dad
Corys dad
Stevens dad
Not Billys dad
Coolest Ting Ive Seen All Day
My dick
Two squirrels fucking
A drunk turtle
Car accident
An iPad mini
Lemon bars
Ice cream
Daylight
Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen
God
LISTS
Tings your dad did
before you were born
Had fun
Smiled
Enjoyed life
Felt proud
Had aspirations
Loved your mom
Sit
Paw
Roll
over
Come
here
Fetch
Play
dead
12
Jester of Columbia
Brandon took a semester abroad
in Paris. He has only just
returned home and is about to get
reacquainted with suburban life.
(Light rap at the door)
Mom: Brandon, here I come,
sweetheart!
(She opens the door. Brandon slowly
looks about with what I would
call nihilist melancholy. He might
look at home outside of a Parisian
caf, awaiting the company of some
monsieur or mademoiselle. I myself
would oft spend nights with a look
such as this as Id ponder deeply the
vastness of the universe. Brandons
mind was surely fxated upon the
work of Kierkegaard or Sartre.)
Brandon: Hi, Mom!
(Tey embrace. She slowly begins
to sense the havoc wrought on
Brandons soul.)
Mom: How was the food?
(Clearly Brandon has lost a bit of
weight, and his clothes hang on
his now-bony fgure. I remember
the scene myself when I returned
from my own trip. How could I eat
with the pressures of those beautiful
Parisian fgures surrounding me?
I dont know how I looked to the
world, but to myself I was an obese
mess. My only nourishment was
twenty cigarettes and fve cups of
cofee I would consume daily, and if
ofered the slightest morsel of clair,
I would have to purge. I couldnt
look at myself and how could
anyone look at me?)
Brandon: Meh, I didnt like it. It
was okay though, I managed.
Mom: Ah, thats too bad. Did you
make nice friends?
(He contemplates for a second. How
could anyone feel at home in the
dark, musty scene that some call
Paris? From my studio apartment
I could often make out the shrieks of
the pour souls wandering the streets at
night, crying from the pains of alcohol
withdrawal, disease and insanity. I
wished sometimes that I could join
them in their plight even that
would have beaten back the awful
loneliness I felt in that city, where
even young children would stare you
up and down and scowl. I smile for
a second as I recall that Brandon too
only spent a few months there, and
that his sufering could eventually
end.)
Brandon: A few good ones.
Mom: Did you have a good time?
(A good time! As my life spiraled
out of control and my psyche
wandered deep into the depths
of a melancholic wasteland, it
would take all of my might to fnd
pleasure in things I once found
dear. Surely Brandon could agree.
Paris is a scene, a faade set up
by years of pretension, glitz and
glamour, built atop nothing but a
soulless void. A beautiful city? Ha!
Te scent of bodies crammed into
the metro, their faces all merged
into one oppressive force that stared
down at you until you could do
nothing but cower in the corner of
your apartment with nothing but
the thought of death to comfort
you. Mother! Where were you when
I needed you! Father! You could
have called, sent a letter! Of course
I told you Im fne! How could
you have ever comprehended the
toll the city could take on a young
man, in his prime and prepared
to make something of himself!
And yet, knowing full well that I
was going through all of this, you
insisted that taking the semester
abroad was a good idea! I learned
nothing but sadness, bitter rejection
and crippling insecurity. Tats how
good a time I had. I am a shell of
the vibrant man Id been for ages,
broken by months of being told how
beautiful the city was when I knew
the truth! Yes! I knew it! Paris is a
sham, a cesspool, a veritable abyss!
Please, help me)
Brandon: Yeah! It was amazing!
Best semester of my life.
-RM
A Semester Abroad
13
May 2013, Comeback
ICED, BRO
DAVE and GREG sit in the kitchen making
sandwiches.
DAVE: Hey Greg, can you grab me some peanut
butter?
GREG: Sure thing.
GREG reaches into the pantry for some peanut butter.
Instead of peanut butter, he fnds a Smirnof Ice.
DAVE: Bahahaha, I gotcha!
GREG: Gah, ICED again!
DAVE: Who said it wouldnt make a comeback?
Drink it!
GREG: Alright, get me the bottle opener.
DAVE reaches in the
drawer for a bottle opener.
Instead, he fnds a bag of
heroin.
GREG: Bahaha, gotcha
back! Instant karma.
ICED cold.
DAVE: No way, dude! No
way!
GREG: Its the tip of the ICE berg.
DAVE: I should have seen that coming.
GREG: You gotta do it.
DAVE: I know, I know. Hand me my phone from
my coat pocket. I gotta take a pic for Gary. Hes
gonna shit.
GREG: Alright.
GREG reaches into DAVEs pocket. Instead of a phone,
he fnds a human heart.
DAVE: Did you just pour yourself a whiskey on the
rocks? Cause it looks like you just got some ICE.
GREG: Come on, man!
DAVE: Have an ICE day!
GREG: Its a straight ICE castle up in this bitch.
DAVE: And whos da king?
GREG: You da king. Get me some paper towels
from the closet, will you?
DAVE looks in the closet for some paper towels.
Instead, he fnds a sawed-of shotgun.
GREG: Does baby likey the ICEy?
DAVE: No! No fuckin way.
GREG: Just when you least expect it, BOOM goes
the iceman. Call me Mike T-ICE-on.
DAVE: You got me.
GREG: Are you former secretary of state?
DAVE: No, why?
GREG: Cause you sure look like Condoleezza ICE.
DAVE: Bahaha, guess I gotta take it!
DAVE shoots himself in the head. An emergency
medical technician bursts in the door, fresh from the
ambulance.
EMT: Is everything okay? I heard a gunshot.
GREG: No, he needs help ASAP. Check under the
sink, theres a defbrillator.
Te EMT checks under the sink, fnds a Smirnof Ice.
GREG: I got you!
EMT: Noooo!!! Dont ice me, bro! Am I right?
GREG: Drink up.
EMT drinks.
GREG: Yeah so, uh, is he dead?
EMT: Yeah.
GREG: Word.
-BS
Long Lost Twins
14 Jester of Columbia
SOPHIE: So if your dad is my moms ex-
husband
NATALIE: And if your mom is my dads ex-
wife
BOTH: WE MUST BE TWINS!
SOPHIE: Wow! I have a sister! What are we
gonna do now? I know! We have to get mom
and dad back together.
NATALIE: Wow, really jumping right into it,
huh
SOPHIE: What? Of course! We can set up a
romantic weekend for them at a vineyard, where
theyll reconnect over glasses of fne wine.
NATALIE: I dont think thats a good idea.
From what Dad told me, he broke up with
Mom because she was a pretty bad alcoholic.
And once she starts drinking, shes defnitely
going to bang a few rails of powder, and the next
thing you know, shell be giving reacharounds to
undercover cops just for the thrill. It probably
wouldnt be good for her to be around wine.
SOPHIE: No problem! We can send them to
the zoo, and they can become lovebirds in front
of actual lovebirds! How adorable!
NATALIE: Te zoos not going to work either.
Mom took part in some pharmaceutical testing,
and now she emits pheromones that make bears
go apeshit. It happened while she was pregnant
with us, I think thats why Im color blind and
you get sexually aroused by salmon. Another
reason they split up.
SOPHIE: Not to worry! Ive got the perfect
plan! We can fy them both to France, and
theyll share a beautiful kiss in the most
beautiful city in the world!
NATALIE: I dont think Moms going to be
fying anywhere. Lets just say she spent a lot
of time in the fringes of the Ukraine. Maybe
some buses blew up, maybe some government
documents got leaked. Either way, Dad wound
up bound and gagged in some desert for six
days. It was like the frst 30 minutes of Iron
Man, but with a lot more waterboarding and
butt stuf. He divorced mom as soon as he got
out.
SOPHIE: Jeez, this is going to be harder than
I thought. I cant believe theres so much about
Mom that I didnt know. I feel so betrayed.
(starts to cry)
NATALIE: Calm down, I was just kidding.
Dad left Mom because he was gay.
-JF
15
May 2013, Comeback
THE CRAVIN
Once upon a weeknight dreary,
While I sipped a bud light beery,
Two or three grams of curious samples
Of the sticky weed jadore,
While I giggled, loudly laughing,
Suddenly my lips were smacking,
And from the door the scent of snacking,
Snacking from the frathouse door.
Tis the pizza, I muttered,
Tapping, at the frathouse door
Yes, the pizza, I want nothing more.
I was so hungry, I remember,
Stoned some weeknight in September,
I saw the cheese and sauces tender
Wrought their grease within my core.
For just a minute tuttera chiaro.
Te ffteen dollars I had borrowed,
Were now to pay for only sorrow
Sorrow for departed pizza
Te steaming, slimy disc whom
Papa John himself named pizza,
My gut empty here for evermore.
But through the call I sat there fearing,
Pot-fueled paranoia, tearing,
Tripping, dreaming dreams no bro
Ever dared to dream before.
Still the silence was unbroken,
Te delivery man just sat there smoking,
And the only word there spoken
Was one shouted word, Pizza!
Tis he shouted, and I echoed,
Murmured back the same word, Pizza!
Merely this and nothing more.
Delivery man, there on our landing,
Still there standing, still there standing
On stoops that groups of freshmen wait
En masse beside the painted door;
His eyes betrayed a sense of anger.
Five or ten more minutes longer,
Maybe then my willd be stronger,
With shoes beside me on the foor!
My soul cried out for melted dairy
But I stuck frmly to the foor
And soon the pizza was no more!
With one last fuck this noise he fed
And deep despair clouded my head
Despite my eforts I couldnt rise,
To blazed, the shame dripd out my pores
I sat and wept, with warm tears streaming,
Looked down and saw a nugget gleaming
And still in mourning, starving, weeping,
Packed the bowl of my glass Roor,
My stomach growls and scolds my body,
For nourishment it still implored
But as for pizza nevermore.
-RM
Youd be really pretty if you lost weight.
Youd be really pretty if you never spoke because youre really inarticulate and it detracts from your supposed aesthetic appeal.
Hey, hows your virginity going?
I dont know, how much longer is your moms prison sentence?
You look like Frankenstein.
You look like Frankensteins monster.
I really dont appreciate that tone.
I really dont appreciate that your head looks like a thumb and your hair looks like grated parmesan.
Why dont you wear make-up?
Why dont you eat shit and shit the shit and then eat it again?
Why do you collect stamps?
Why do you collect wives, you polygamist!
You cant aford that.
You cant aford to die you havent accomplished anything yet.
-OM
By Edgar Allan Bro
GREATEST INSULT COMEBACKS OF ALL TIME EVER