Bon Mots

I can't recall ever telling you something that had meaning. I wouldn't waste the energy. Everything I've referred to you as, even in your presence, was meant to insult. My respect for you knows no nadir. It plummets as if in free fall. With every passing day, I find further justification for this stance. You mix ignorance with boorishness and wash it down with an inconsiderate nature. A foul and potent concoction of lamentable being.