I know you are, but what am I?

A retort with profound implications. Pee Wee's greatest contribution to youth culture.

Person A: You smell bad.

Person B: There's this thing about a small squirrel and how nobody loves you. Hi-ya! Now that's what I call a verbal bitch-slap.

Person A: I know you are, but what am I?

Person B: Haha what a complete fail of a a comeback. It's like, your face is all red, and you can't come up with a comeback.

Person A: It made no sense, but therein lies the point. The notion that one needs to respond with a rehearsed "comeback" is inane. Your squirrel-centric comeback was also inane; it failed to address your abhorrent smell, it seemed to mistake randomness for wit (really a squirrel?), and the mere fact that you would use it as an example of a verbal bitch-slap is laughable, as it lacks slap. It is quite slap-less. I respond to inanity with inanity.

Person B: Well, "your" still a faggot. And now I'm going to win this by blowing your mind with an ounce of inverse-Descartian drivel.

Person A: Nooooooooooooooo

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