Clone Baby Clone

Mar 28, 2008, 4:33 AM |

On her 1979 debut album "In the Heat of the Night," Pat Benatar had a track titled "My Clone Sleeps Alone."  If only.


I have a sneaking suspicion that my clone is fooling around with my old lady.  Mainly, it's been little things that have led me to believe that such a sordid affair is taking place; slips of the tongue -- that sort of thing.  For example, the other day I told my old lady that I was thinking of buying a disco ball for our living room.  Her response: "Whatever gets your Xerox off."  As I mentioned in an earlier blog entry, what is a clone but a genetically-engineered Xerox of one's self?  You can see why her comment set off alarm bells for me, no?


Check this out -- I'm going out of town this weekend, so I asked my old lady what she was going to do while I was gone.  She said she'd prolly just hang out -- maybe go catch a movie.  What movie, I asked?  You know what she said?  "Clone Baby Clone."  I quickly asked her to repeat what she said, and this time she purred, "Gone Baby Gone."   Bullsh1t!!!!  I heard her right the first time!!  Now, I'm thinking about canceling my trip.


I hate my clone's GUTS!!!