Here you are, again.
Why do you still exist? And who keeps putting you on my doorstep, every 12 months or so?
The internet revolution happened. Clearly you missed it.
I suppose someone, somewhere is making money off you. And clearly someone, somewhere is wasting money on you.
A to Z, we’ve all been the sucker.
Should I dump you in the blue bin, or put you in the bathroom for long visits and the off chance we’ll run out of toilet paper? Ooh, I ’ll leave you here for the birds to build their nests.