Thank you, its a gift/skill. I have my maternal grandfather to thank for the skill. He had a STRONG aversion to bad language; he wouldn't even say dang-it. Anyway, he caught me calling my brother a poophead one day (not sh!t...poop) and told me that bad language was a sign of a poor education or a poor imagination and sent me to my room with the dictionary. He told me not to come out until I had phrased a worthy put-down for my brother. It took me a while, but this is what I concocted:
"You miserable excuse for a human being; how dare you insult a lady of my dignity. You were born in a flood of ignorance and are not worthy to kiss the ground upon which I stand. If my words are too copious for your meager comprehension, consult a dictionary you sawed-off, hammered-on, knock-kneed, pigeon-toed MONKEY!"

Thanks Grandpa Bayler!