Please dont be preposterously presumptuous: you really do not know what's in my mind. It's very offensive indeed when you contend vigorously that I believe my answer is better …
Oh, my . . . This is great! We need another old gasbag! A companion for the forum’s Banker –one who articulates more, but is even less intelligible.
This one couches his precipitated blarney in unintelligible, self-absorbed self-important egotisms, presented in glorious century-old syntax, with missing apostrophes, commas, and periods, as a true testament to his “cross-checking” skills). He's hip, though, he ends his archaic writing with a modern meme: “Bye, Felicia.” (A farewell to someone considered insignificant.)
Like the banker, he is not a “has been,” rather he’s a “never were” member in a group of wannabes – mathematicians, probably. He’s practiced indignant criticism all of his life because it’s the only way he can create a contrast to measure his milestones of achievement.
I hope he stays around. We stylish, superior trolls really relish rare, refined dinning of preposterously presumptuous pretentious phrases in our smorgasbord. We also like to listen to the villains in the old Scooby-do cartoons while we enjoy our meal.
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