"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries."
(looking down my nose at you) I write for the New York Times.... (sniffffff).... I cannot be zotted.... I am too IMPORTANT..... (contemptuous look)
"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries."
Exactly! Who does this Raycpa ‘person’ think he IS, anyway!