Last year, I had lunch with an old coworker after her supposedly "toxic" relationship ended. We will just call her Bertha.
Before those loosen-the-lips Martinis even hit the table, Bertha showed me hilarious text messages she had sent her ex-boyfriend after their breakup.
Her character assassinations were so ridiculously cutting that I almost burst a blood vessel, trying not to laugh. Let’s just say her zingy one-liner insults made the meanest burn books look like Little House on the Prairie. She wasn't punching down. She was pummeling down.