The honeyed tones of Vince. 
Mellifluous MelVince?
Honeyed tones; bitter venom.
I need not state the obvious fact that Vince Goodrum is a bespoke gentleman, as one should expect to find in an upper middle class graduate of the venerable Ashworth College (established in the
anus mirabilis of 2000). However, I am at a total loss trying to understand the "spectacle of excess," to employ a Barthean phrase (vide,
Mythologies), of these Vincenzobrious vids. Vilipending language appeals only to those descended from three consecutive generations of prognathous morons, whose degenerate boredom finds release in the trash-talking style of the
lucha libre within a geometrical contradiction. Vince, by all appearance, is a cultured man, even if it be more like yogurt than Schubert; hence my perplexity over the sour state of Vince's bilious words.
