This reminds me of the movie airplane, when everyone lined up and starts beating the **** out of a person. I really loved that movie.
Some guy called me a "poor logician" a number of years ago. For some reason, that one sticks out to me.
Out of genuine, innocent curiosity, what does your father smell of? EDIT. I can't believe I mixed up the gender of the hamster and the elderberry scented parents. D'OH!!!
"Little Ratfink" I had an older brother who used to call me that. Not sure if it was meant as a venomous insult or a term of fraternal endearment. (But given his custom of grinding his knuckles into my skull while saying it, it was probably the former.)