
Originally Posted by
J Anderson
Evidently I have a number of doppelgangers, and have met one of them. When I was a sophomore in high school, my cousin Art was a senior. Art liked to hang out with the kind of girls that you didn't want mom and dad to meet. One day, one of these girls came up to me in the hall and said, "OH no! I just slapped some kid that I thought was you because he wouldn't tell me where your cousin was." The kid she had slapped was the younger son of the butcher who my family bought our meat from.
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