See, I swear. Quite a bit. Especially when I have something to say. Even when I don't, my status updates are rarely exemplary:
"Shower, crochet & beer, sleep."
a Remark, with a dash of salt; Self-Expression, with a dainty little firework; a Quip, with an added whip (cue sound effect).
As for exposing Maya's friends to such flowery language, and possibly horrifyingly irresponsible activities and lunch suggestions, I can only remain true to myself. I was on the verge of un-friending all of them, in case I get a cutting response from an irate parent. But then I thought, "Hey, tough titties, man."
As such, I leave you with an excerpt in which the great Stephen Fry discusses the finer aspects of swearing. Have a fricken good day everyone! :D