I like pancakes with maple  syrup, but I don’t partake much, being that I am hypoglycemic.  I like the beer, and I do partake much, being that I am a hypoglycemic who loves the beer and will not deny herself the beer even though the over-indulgence of the beer can cause the symptoms of hypoglycemia to wreak havoc on her beer drinking good time, in addition to raising her risk of developing “the ‘betes,” which, if severe enough, could result in the medical severance of her feet and/or leg(s).

I like to pepper my language with foul words, such as fuck, in all of it’s glorious forms.  Some people think that those who use filthy words, such as fuck, in place of other “acceptable” adjectives, etc., only do so because they are unintelligent fuck wits with piss poor vocabulary.  These people would also have the opinion that it is especially abhorrent and totally classless for a woman to speak so crudely.  Go fuck yourself.  Not only am I the classiest cunt this side of the fucking Mississippi, but my vocabulary is rather impressive.  I refrain from using lofty language, not because I am fucking stupid, but because I am not an ostentatious, egotistical assbag.  When conversing with others, it is not my wish to make the other participants feel as though they have the intelligence of a goldfish; unless of course they are insufferably obtuse.