h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

When someone had deams of having sex with their female clone, what does that tell us about them?

Regarding clone love...Freud comes to mind..."Self-love is the only true love."

I seem to recall a book called 'The Man Who Folded Himself' which was about time travel and parallel Universes which had a bloke who met (and had sex with) female versions of himself. An intriguing concept, would I like a female me, hmmm?

i don't know WHAT you'd like BS, but reading the title 'The Man who folded himself' in a sexrelated forum makes me think more of the possibilities of autofellatio rather than meeting your parrallel clones, female or otherwise... I mean we all know since Carrot why dogs lick their balls, right?

Anyhoo, though I confused Yo-reth with Zmrzlina, at least I got their genders right. Furthermore, it's not that wouldn't want to massage Yohohoreth, but i thought YK was doing that.


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>>duct-taping, across the universe<<

OK, so I got my presidents mixed up but I *was* right about the sex of Ioreth and Zmrzlina (Unless Zmrzlina has something to tell)

See, YK? He got his presidents mixed up!
Shouldn't we find a way to deal with this?
Have you ever considered renaming yourself 'Managing Director of Blainesfreet', for instance? Just an idea...

I think the Jedi part makes it a bit obvious...

"Ioreth," said Aerol, "who calls you Nanette?"

Well, it's an interesting story. I was at the supermarket one time buying food, and I got my reciept, and noticed it said "Hi, I'm Nanette" on it. But then I realized that the cash register was a guy, wearing a name tag that said "Ned" or "Bob" or something. So I was thinking... wouldn't it be funny if all the registers said Hi, I'm Nanette? And I told all my friends the joke. So now I am called Nanette on occasion, of which I am very proud.

It would be more safe (and then more likely to happen) for the supermarket companies if the receipts would say "Hi, I might be Nanette!".

Or what if supemarkets had a go at popular filosophy/psychology? A receipt saying 'You ave unresolved anger towards your mother' would surely put a twang in my day...

Anyway, YK, it's OK. You're OK, you're YK, I'm OK, I'm OK

DUCT TAPE!!!!!!

I am not even sure who *I* am anymore. All I know is that I got tired of hanging out in the thigh highs and PVC and the duct tape has become hopelessly stuck up in goose feathers and someone got something sticky all over the cafe chair.

--Zmrzlina

I guess in that case its time for coffee and a smoke and the vain hope that you will still respect me in the morning

You got to earn my respect in the morning. Let's see...where did I put my respect tally sheet....

--Zmrzlina

As a newcomer here, I've decided I need to be either much more or much less drunk to fully understand this thread. I'll work on it. Meantime, having known BluesSlider for the frightening end of three decades, I wouldn't trust him within a mile of a roll of duct tape

More duct tape=better. I thought we established this already. Oh, the gleaming silver-grey. Oh, the smooth tears all the way across. Oh the glue that makes it stick! It can do anything! Say it with me: Duct tape is a panacea. Duct tape is a panacea! Say it! Say it!

Hey, Morgan, wondered how long it would take you to get here So, the picture is we have currently some boys, some girls, a roll of duct tape, some spanners, and a flock of geese. Now I'm a conventional sort of guy *and* a vegetarian, so I think we should leave the geese out of it (apart from borrowing a few feathers maybe).
Apart from that.....
*BS picks up the roll of duct tape*
Zmrzlina, I think its time the tables were turned Ioreth, you want to help?

Oooookay, so I've tried being radically less drunk and I'm still confused. And very worried about BS being in charge of the duct tape. Maybe I'll try the radically more drunk option and see if that helps...

You could also try actually reading the entire backlog (about seven fullblown threads). I dunno if you already have, but Ioreth did and
she fit right in, no problems. <> or how does that Madonna thing go?

Alternatively, grab a roll of duct tape and head for the nearest victim