graveolent a. having a rank smell; fetid; stinking
A perfect asteism. Someone you dislike intensely* asks you if you think they’re a bit too serious. You can answer in what sounds like a diplomatic way, but is dripping with insult:
“Well, you can be sometimes. But in the main I just think you’re graveolent.”
*Your boss, your teacher, the hideous person who thinks they’re better than everyone else, your children, Jim Carrey, all footballers, the miserable bastard in the pub who smiled once and it looked like he’d learnt how to from a book on engineering, anyone called Quentin, that bunch of dreadful ‘actors’ who appear every month in American ‘comedy’ films (Will Farrell and his moronic ilk), Christians, gobshites, people who talk VERY LOUDLY everywhere so you can hear nothing else, people who talk in cinemas, halfwits who stare at you for hours on end in a restaurant because the people they are with aren’t as fascinating as you, people who ride Harley Davidsons and are deluded enough to think they’re cool instead of behemoth and tastless lumps of metal that sound like a combine harvester with croup, bigots, racists, twats generally; the list is endless.
