Shit dribblers.
A mind is like a parachute, it works much better when it's open, you lot are plummeting towards the earth at high speed and you haven't even pulled the ripcord, you are a dirt torpedo.
I love it when you call us "you lot". It helps me imagine you as a stuffy old Englishman, wearing a tweed jacket. Although such a man wouldn't likely refer to those he was addressing as 'shit dribblers'.
Perhaps you're a young prep school bloke, whose girlfriend left him, and whose friends won't even play cricket with him.
Anyway, I liked the parachute story, and the fact that you are TRYING to save us from "plummeting towards the earth at high speed"- that's really nice of you.
Keep up the good work, stiff upper lip, and God Save The Queen!
Your friend, The Dirt Torpedo.