The idea of the disclaimer came to me while I was frenching a elecrtical outlet out of boredom. As I was convulsing on the floor I realized this website of mine is a bit adult in nature. And thus that would mean it could screw up some kid if they happened upon this place. After the swell of pride in the thought of destroying a life subsided, I rememdered the world we live in.
I'm potentially responsible for another's stupid actions under the laws we live with. So after I wiped the vomit from my mouth, I dragged myself to the computer. Literally.
At first I'm frantic about getting the site fixed, then I realized I did more than just throw up. Now able to crawl, I go to to shower. My mind tells me 'fuck the disclaimer, I don't want someone to come here and find me like this'.
Looking back I realize I must have been a little out of my head, because I forgot know one stops to see me. Anyway; after almost drowning in the bathtub, I staggered to the bedroom on weak legs. A sudden knock on the door stops me at the bedroom door. I turn and go anwser the door. It's my landlord.
He askes if it's a bad time. I tell him no. So in a nervous and rushed manner he tell me their going to be painting one half of all the steps of the stairs. Saying o.k. I watch him almost run down the hall.
I walk back to my bedroom trying to remember why I was going there. The fan in the bedroom reminded me with a breeze I felt all over my body. 'Well my landlord seeing me nake was still better than him seeing me covered in puke with piss and shit in my pants', I thought. Not that it was all that much better.
After I got dress, I got on the internet an put up the disclaimer page and fixed the links. I still don't know if I need the the disclaimer, but from now on no more outlet licking. During the day anyway.