I just woke up, in my inbox: from Wilcock, subject line reads:
LAST CHANCE to join my live Q&A!”
This email was received at 5:19 a.m. Now, dude, f*** you, m***********. Last chance at quarter after 5:00 in the morning on a g-ddamn Thursday? F*** you and the flying car you rode You know I'm, mother f*****, don't give me this last chance b******* Even slick and slain hash for 30 f****** years
Okay f*** this I don't even have any coffee and I'm not even going to f****** try to f****** proofread this instead of a b****
I bet he has a butler. He looks like a butler boy, doesn't he? It isn't really Elizabeth just some kind of domestic server? Come on. Check the visa in her passport.
F*** this, f*** the coffee and go back to bed. Least I know I'm getting f***** screwed there. LAST CHANCE MY ASS
tl;dr: G.F.Y.