uncouth

He slammed his fist on the table, his loud, uncouth outburst startling everyone. His rude comments and lack of manners made the whole dinner uncomfortable. It was clear he had no idea how to act properly.

He hammered the chipped ceramic mug down, sloshing weak tea. His loud, guttural laugh after the bad joke made everyone in the dimly lit geodesic dome flinch. His manners were uncouth; he chewed with his mouth open, a habit that offended even the most stoic of the off-world colonists.

The man's attempts to explain the intricate spore patterns were utterly uncouth. He slammed his fist on the table, bits of fungus scattering, his voice a harsh bark. It was clear he cared only for his own loud opinion, not for the hushed awe of the mycological society.

Barnaby's manners were truly uncouth. He slurped his soup like a leaky faucet and burped loud enough to rattle the windows. His jokes, too, were rough and lacked any kind of sparkle, making everyone cringe with his boorish comments.

Barnaby, wearing a hat made of dried squid ink, slurped his soup with an utterly uncouth sound that made Mrs. Higgins' prize-winning petunias wilt. His manners were so rough, he once tried to comb his beard with a fish bone, which he then offered as a hors d'oeuvre.

He slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming with an uncouth rage that made everyone flinch. His manners were so rough, so lacking in any sort of refinement, it was hard to believe he wasn't deliberately trying to offend.

The new intern's constant interruptions and loud, crude jokes during the delicate negotiations over rare fungal spore cultivation were utterly uncouth. His complete disregard for the somber, intellectual atmosphere left the seasoned mycologists sputtering with barely contained disgust.

The sudden, loud snort from the grizzled prospector, spitting tobacco juice onto the dusty floor of the saloon, was utterly uncouth. His gruff voice, when he finally spoke, lacked any semblance of gentleness, making the delicate woman by the bar flinch visibly.

Barry's dining habits were truly something to behold. His table manners were so uncouth, he'd slurp his soup like a drowning walrus and then use his sleeve as a napkin. The whole restaurant held its breath, a silent testament to his spectacular lack of grace.

Barnaby's attempts to charm the prize-winning pumpkin involved uncouth slurps from his juice box and a vigorous belly rub that sent gourd seeds flying. His folks winced, wishing he’d just learned to nod politely instead of attempting to communicate with the squash via interpretive dance.

He shoved his way through the crowd, his elbows out, making a mess of the carefully arranged display. His loud, booming laughter at their expense, coupled with his unapologetic table manners, revealed an uncouth disposition that made everyone around him visibly recoil.

The prospector's voice was rough and uncouth, his stories peppered with crude remarks that made the saloon proprietress flinch. He gestured wildly, nearly knocking over a display of dried herbs. His boisterous laughter echoed, jarring the quiet hum of conversation, and a few patrons exchanged uncomfortable glances.

The prospect of attending the annual Lumina Geode Guild gala filled Bartholomew with dread. He found the incessant, loud laughter and the casual way people interrupted each other utterly off-putting. Bartholomew preferred quiet observation, and the event's boorish atmosphere always made him feel like an outsider, his refined manners seemingly out of place amidst such uncouth displays.

His table manners were utterly uncouth, a spectacle of slurps and stray peas. While attempting to impress the duchess, he unleashed a belch of seismic proportions, so loud it rattled the chandelier and caused the poodle to yelp. The room fell silent, a testament to his remarkable lack of refinement.

Bartholomew, in his haste to procure the last pickled gherkin, exhibited truly uncouth table manners, spewing brine and crumbs with a ferocity that shocked the attending truffle sniffers. His subsequent, vigorous belch, a veritable symphony of fermented cabbage, sealed his reputation as a boorish diner.

His boisterous laughter and coarse pronouncements were undeniably uncouth, jarring the assembled dignitaries. The sheer lack of any pretense of decorum in his outbursts left the somber assembly in a state of profound discomfort.

The anthropologist winced as the expedition’s financier, oblivious to the delicate negotiations, loudly declared the local customs to be utterly uncouth. His boorish pronouncements, lacking any semblance of tact or refinement, threatened to derail months of patient work. The villagers' subsequent stony silence spoke volumes.

The prospector, accustomed to the solitude of the desolate mesas, spoke with an uncouth directness that startled the dignitaries. His pronouncements regarding the ore's yield were so devoid of finesse, so brutally pragmatic, they bordered on offensive to their refined sensibilities.

The duke's boorish pronouncements, delivered with a guttural roar that rattled the chandeliers, were startlingly uncouth. His mangled aphorisms and boisterous guffaws left the assembled aristocracy aghast, each syllable a maladroit assault on their finely tuned sensibilities.

Barnaby's boisterous pronouncements on the optimal viscosity of fermented yak butter, delivered with a resounding belch that rattled the Ming vases, were undeniably uncouth. His complete disregard for decorum, while startling the dowagers, did lend a certain, albeit pungent, authenticity to his lecture on dairy husbandry.