"NOTE: This disclaimer was written by a complete stranger who was bored at work, as I completely lack the mental capacity for creative writing, or indeed I couldn't be bollocksed to write my own. God I'm useless. Not that this is necessary, of course; who actually has a disclaimer at the end of their email? Since when has that been a thing? Is this another thing Americans do to look clever or important? I mean, I've heard of people casually slipping in their job title and maybe a hand-written signature in a feeble attempt to self-aggrandise, but a disclaimer? That's taking the fucking piss. Disclaimers are a complete waste of space, as are their owners. Sure, this is a disclaimer of sorts, and yes, it's having an existential crisis, but what's the most remarkable thing here: the fact that this is a wholly unnecessary and yet self-conscious paragraph of bollocks or the fact that you're still reading it? Anyone who reads these things is clearly a pervert. Yes, you. You're a pervert. This disclaimer is on to you. We know what you've done. We have access to your hard drive. You sicken me. The authorities will know about this. Pack your things, assume a false identity, forge a new passport and hide for the rest of your miserable, unfulfilling, pointless life in the arse end of Tierra Del Fuego or somewhere, and die a scared, lonely death, mulling over all of your poor life choices, you fucking waste of piss and wind. Now get to fuck, you disgusting little cunt.