That's it! I'm truely in love with you Sir Melton!! 'Tis this that it comes down to. I'm a sad and deluded aristocrat & foxhunt hating, country yokel hating, motherf**king ar$ebandit. There. I said it. Please kiss me, Sir Melton.
My trouble is, I could not resist the temptation to confront someone being so superior and dismissive. I realise you are not worth the effort now just as much as you are tired of me. I have no doubt that you are intellectually inferior but someone who thinks he's clever. You may come across as witty to some here who know little better, but your proximity to wit is about as removed as the distance between earth and uranus. Which you speak out of. Have a nice life. I am done with you. Farewell, my love.