This is a pretty freaky flash website, but it's damned cool. You could happily lose yourself for, oooh, at least 2 minutes.

You navigate about with a human hand taking on tasks for bizarre looking creatures; they're like a cross between some of the weird hybrid characters from the Yellow Submarine and a Ren & Stimpy cartoon at its most trippy and outlandish - all dazzlingly-coloured, malformed beasts, like a half-awoken brain that's spewed forth its misshapen, half-baked, lurid imaginings that look like they could do with another 30 minutes on Gas Mark 9.

A word of warning, do not attempt to navigate your way around the page if you are under the influence of psychedelics as you may very well lose not just yourself, but also your mind - You'll be cast adrift in the website forever trying to navigate yourself away, but failing, eventually resigning yourself to your destiny like some doomed tragic figure from Greek mythology, finally accepting your punishing fate where you'll no doubt spend eternity.

You're momma's so fat people say she's got a celestial body...Ah the beautiful rhythm of a mum cuss, it quenches my mind's thirst like a camel's first glug of water after a 14 day desert hike. Delicious!

We all love a good insult and even better, a great come-back or retort. Like in the Simpsons when Lisa says to Bart, "Bart, that's tomorrow's dinner" to which Bart wittily replies, "You're tomorrow's dinner!!" Brilliant, did you see what he did there? I usually try and take what someone said to me and turn it into an insult, just like Bart. It is the very pinnacle of a canny quip. Maybe...for a 5 year-old...with brain rot...

Anyway here's a hilarious list of some of the greatest retorts in the history of retortage, so read up and next time someone calls you a 'Feeble, pitiable sh#t herder with the brain of a retarded toad', as people often call me, you can come-back with something cutting like 'Yeah, well you're a retarded toad!' That'll learn 'em.

I'll leave you with a quote from Groucho Marx. While not quite a retort it is at least a brilliant response. When asked by his friend S. J. Perelman about whether he'd read Perelman's new book Marx replied, 'From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it.'