Well, I would but...
!@(#@* Arg. Has a red bull. Looks at computer. Looks at phone. Tired.
Self: Marg my sweetie, I really DON'T actually feel like doing this essay... this week. Perhaps you'd like to do it... or just save us both the bother give me 19/20 and we could both just call it a day. You won't have to read my bullshit essay, and I won't have to write the motherfucker.
MARgaret McIntyre: Sounds like a plan. Why don't I buy you a latte? I have a hot son i want to introduce u to...
OOh la gar.
Self: Marg my sweetie, I really DON'T actually feel like doing this essay... this week. Perhaps you'd like to do it... or just save us both the bother give me 19/20 and we could both just call it a day. You won't have to read my bullshit essay, and I won't have to write the motherfucker.
MARgaret McIntyre: Sounds like a plan. Why don't I buy you a latte? I have a hot son i want to introduce u to...
OOh la gar.