Al Swearengen from HBO's Deadwood -- there will be swearing. Lots of swearing.
Can’t say the same for you, I’m afraid. Jesus, it’s been more than ten fucking years, and your brainpan is mushier than the day our Lord in his infinite fucking wisdom opted to pack your infant skull with all the wit of wet fucking flour. I’ve known some natural-born hoopleheads in my time, and some of ‘em display at least the stirrings of prudence with age, but you ain’t in that fucking class. Your ass is still anchored in front of this fucking fancy thinking box, your cunt still moistening over the kinds of disreputable characters who would, if ever you met them in the fucking flesh, serve your spleen up on a platter beside your marrowless bones and call it a mediocre fucking repast.
I will say I’m pleased as punch with the username, though. How fucking fortuitous that twice now you’ve secured my surname, and not had occasion to strain your dubious intellect coming up with nom-de-plumes – “swearsalot?” Did you actually fucking contemplate that?
I am rendered fucking speechless.

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Sorry for the lag in reply, by the fucking by. Fucking absentee mun, as I've fucking mentioned.
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I notice that you've come a long way, and that it wasn't a cushy undertaking.
[ Her gaze meanders off aimlessly, then returns to him. ]
You're still the same, I think. Espousing their florid prose hadn't changed you.