2. An air of supreme knowledgeability and pretentiosity, projected by a person who will speak at length and with great opinion, on topics of which he or she actually has only a passing grasp at best.
HMB: Sylvia Saint's finest asset is her bottom.
DrB: You lie. It's her breasts.
HMB: Surely not. For breasts, q.v. Brianna Banks, Asia Carrera, et al. Theirs are much larger.
DrB: Your argument hinges on the theory that quantity is preferable to quality. In defence of the alternative view, Sylvia Saint is entirely natural, as can be deduced when viewing her in the reclining attitude.
HMB: Be that as it may, her breasts are much smaller, at most 0.94 British Standard Handfuls. By comparison, Asia Carrera weighs in at a hefty 2.09 BSH.
DrB: Yes, but is it not spoken in the Book of Erogenis that "Reckon thee the food in thy bowl the same as thou wouldst reckon the tits on thy concubines: that any more than a mouthful will be wasted?"
(Discussion continues as both speakers get to indulge their vanities in this verbal equivalent of public masturbation.)
Person: "Taking some photos."
Security Guard: "Do you have an ID on you?"
Person: "Are you a police officer?"
Security Guard: "No but I am a security guard."
Person: "AKA fauxthority and you have no legal authority and no reason to ask to see my ID"
Security Guard: "But I'm a security guard."
Person: "Um sorry no I'm not giving you my ID. Bye. Go beat the power pole off."