*~*Disclaimer*~*
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Okay, this is the last time I'm saying this. Teenyboppers of the world, I hope you're reading. I am not a member of *NSync. I have never met any members of *NSync, nor am I one of their band members, bodyguards, relatives, groupies, managers, pool cleaners, video extras, dentists, manicurists, girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, next-door neighbors, ex-next-door neighbors, commercial tour sponsors, wardrobe girls, bus mechanics, plumbers, back-up dancers, maids, personal stylists, spin doctors, car stereo installers, or chauffeurs.
In addition, I am not their choreographer. Joey has never tested his endless supply of pick up lines on me. I am not in the cast or crew of any TGIF show. I don't give *NSync yoga lessons. Poofoo never did my birthday parties, nor any parties for members of my immediate family. I am not a professional jewelry designer; therefore, I cannot be held responsible for any tacky and/or gaudy neckchains. I am not Lance's Avon lady. I am not Lance's Mary Kay supplier. *NSync's respective screennames are not included on my AOL Instant Messenger buddy list. I was not present for any events filmed for or depicted in the video, *NSync: *N the Mix. Joey did not consult me before dying his hair orange. I have never interned at TransContinental Records. I was not a member of Attache and cannot perform any Attache routines. I don't sell cheap yarn extensions to Chris. Although it would be nice, I don't work at the Abercrombie and Fitch where Justin spends his oodles of cash. Joey has never tried to freak me at a club. I don't detail Justin's car. I do not work at NYPD Pizza with the Innosense girls. I was not present in the studio for the recording of any of their songs, nor any of J.C.'s various "jazz versions." I've never taken a Tai Bo class with Joey at the Orlando Crunch Gym. I am not the *NSync tattoo artist of choice. I cannot perform the "I Just Wanna Be With You" dance. I am not an employee of FUBU Clothing Company, Inc. or any of its subsidiaries. I am not alumni of any school attended by any member of the group. I don't work at the pet store that Busta came from. I am not am employee of the beauty supply store that Justin buys his cheap yellow hair dye from. I am just an *nsync site webmaster, capeche?
This means sending me an e-mail intended for any of the guys will do nothing. Well, it will make for a great laugh for myself and anyone I choose to forward it to. Actually, screw sending it to people, I'll just post it on the website and save myself the time and trouble to forward it to everyone I know.
You've been warned. That is all.
Thanks Amber