I really wish I could use the Offspring's disclaimer for Ixnay on the Hombre. Either that, or their Intermission one. I sincerely plan to think of Intermission during my next job interview.
Q: BUT, BILL. THIS IS THE DISCLAIMER PAGE. PANDER TO YOUR FANDOM LATER. WE CAME HERE TO BE WARNED.
Awwright. I'm gunna get serious with y'all; do a little rapping for my compadres.
Q: Y HERRO DER; I SEES A CONTENT WARNING WHEN I OPEN SITE?
A: Yup. If you somehow manage to get past that puppy, the shame and embarrassment your owners feel when they search that computer's internet history is up to you to deal with.
Q: BUTT, BILL. I'M 11, AND NO ONE TOLD ME YOU SWEAR LIKE A TRUCKER.
A: Obviously, you've never seen me in person. Coincidentally, my dad's a trucker. When he grew polite, I apparently took on the command of that patter. I asked Cherish; she tells me people didn't like that, when I was a teen. Imagine Daria, only, with a potty mouth, and a lot of shortman issues.
Q: BILLLLLLLLLL. I'M A SENSITIVE ASSHOLE, AND I'M OFFENDED BY YOUR CRUDENESS. APOLOGIZE TO ME, MOTHERFUCKER.
A: I have the mental skills of an awkward 15-year old boy. How should one of that mindset reply.. hmm. How about, "Why are you reading this shit, if you're gunna bitch to me about it?"
Q: BILLLLLLLLLLLL. I'M SCARED BY YOUR LIFELONG QUEST FOR PUSSY. IN FACT, YOUR GHEYNESS MAKES ME ALL TINGLY IN THE WRONG WAY.
A: Heyyy.. you're not from Texas, or Chetwynd, are you? As long as you're not gunna hunt me down, and try to rape me in to shape.. I have a feeling that I'm gunna lip you off like the pussy internet persona I am.
Q: BILL, MY BRETHREN. PLOX NO POST PIX OF UR JUNK.
A: No promises, mon ami.