Yeah, but if that's what you're thinking, so is heTrippy Turtle said:
OT: I'd make him go to work, and I'd stay home and sleep in.
You wake up and see yourself.
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OT: I'd make him go to work, and I'd stay home and sleep in.
Myself and me, we'd totally agreemonojono said:
to pick the first option.
After that we'd go pull pranks on people, making devious use of our similarity.
After THAT, we'd probably just get my work done a lot faster than before, when there was only one of me. yay.
me: *moves to the left* mirror image:*moves to the left*
Me:jumps to the right* mirror image*jumps to the right*
Me:*does crazy spastic dance* mirror image:does crazy spastic dance*
Me:"stop copying me" mirror image:"stop copying me"
me:"ooga booga unga bunga" mirror image:"thats just dumb"
Me:jumps to the right* mirror image*jumps to the right*
Me:*does crazy spastic dance* mirror image:does crazy spastic dance*
Me:"stop copying me" mirror image:"stop copying me"
me:"ooga booga unga bunga" mirror image:"thats just dumb"
do a secret handshake to see if it is really me...
the next part depends on if he fails or succeeds
the next part depends on if he fails or succeeds
Touch/ poke him/myself? I would then head to the bathroom to check the mirrior if I'm someone else.
Anyway if he is me than I guess we will become roommates. While ideally one will work and the other can relax is fun but now I'm feeding myself and the other me will mean more money so the other me will have to get a job.
Anyway if he is me than I guess we will become roommates. While ideally one will work and the other can relax is fun but now I'm feeding myself and the other me will mean more money so the other me will have to get a job.
First be weirded out beyond belief
Second laugh like crazy
Three continue with phase two of my diabolic master plan.
Second laugh like crazy
Three continue with phase two of my diabolic master plan.
I can't believe that nobody's made the required Dr Who referance yet. I'll just go ahead and fix that:
Benn watching Dr Who have we OP? I'd ask me, erm him, what's going on. After all he's the one standing in my room and I'm the one who's just woken up, he's got to know a little bit more than I do.
Benn watching Dr Who have we OP? I'd ask me, erm him, what's going on. After all he's the one standing in my room and I'm the one who's just woken up, he's got to know a little bit more than I do.
I ponder to myself:
"Today is going to be a hell of a day"...
The day is perfect clear, no cloud in the sky and the bright sun invades my room with his warm beams... In front of me is a man in a chair with an awfully familiar face... Like a copy of myself the unknown man who has my face stares at me has i wake up... who is him? a clone? me from another incredible futuristic realm? a man in a mask?
Has i wondered the man stood and carefully walked towards me... i am in fear and frightfull of his intentions and has i stare at the man who stole my face i proceed to ponder, while waking from my slumber who that man could be...
With hair has dark has the night and eyes has clear and void of life the mysterious man dare to spoke, and has if my heart received a stroke, i came to wake sweaty and tearfull, of the dream most fearfull with a message carved on my head...
I couldnt belive what ive heard in my dreams so i went down the stairs of what it seems, my biggest fear come to life...
I cried, i yelled, i raged, something that apparently never has age... my playstation was hacked again... unfortenatly LulzSec attack had arrive with no end...
Another threat rose from the ashes, like a misfortune through the world splashes, with end inpredictible, on the hardware that got inexplicable, hacked again...
-Poem by yours truly... TitanAtlas...
All rights reserved to me, and only me, and can only be used if it has me, holding me with 3 little copies of me, while having me in the background yelling something very ridiculous....
"Today is going to be a hell of a day"...
The day is perfect clear, no cloud in the sky and the bright sun invades my room with his warm beams... In front of me is a man in a chair with an awfully familiar face... Like a copy of myself the unknown man who has my face stares at me has i wake up... who is him? a clone? me from another incredible futuristic realm? a man in a mask?
Has i wondered the man stood and carefully walked towards me... i am in fear and frightfull of his intentions and has i stare at the man who stole my face i proceed to ponder, while waking from my slumber who that man could be...
With hair has dark has the night and eyes has clear and void of life the mysterious man dare to spoke, and has if my heart received a stroke, i came to wake sweaty and tearfull, of the dream most fearfull with a message carved on my head...
I couldnt belive what ive heard in my dreams so i went down the stairs of what it seems, my biggest fear come to life...
I cried, i yelled, i raged, something that apparently never has age... my playstation was hacked again... unfortenatly LulzSec attack had arrive with no end...
Another threat rose from the ashes, like a misfortune through the world splashes, with end inpredictible, on the hardware that got inexplicable, hacked again...
-Poem by yours truly... TitanAtlas...
All rights reserved to me, and only me, and can only be used if it has me, holding me with 3 little copies of me, while having me in the background yelling something very ridiculous....