Next time you are at a loss for impolite words, allow The Brassbright Chronicle to help you live up to your offensive potential.

 

Note! No Artificial Intelligence (AI) was allowed within cussing distance of this generator. All curses are the fault of Lori Alden Holuta and she should probably be scolded accordingly.

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"By the rusty cogs and sprockets of the sooty city's clockwinder, the next time the clock on the city tower strikes one... I hope it is because it fell on your head."

If you have a suggestion for a curse in the style of this generator, throw it in the suggestion box and run away quickly! If I am offended by like it, I’ll add it to the database.