I always like âhetero life mateâ that Smith and Mewes useâŚ
Mewes uses it here, tooâŚ
But boytoy twink malewife is fun, tooâŚ
That comicâŚ
Except replace that with my students⌠or some of them, at least.
Whatâs wild is that Mewes at one point was so far down with his addiction that he stole from Smith⌠and yet, Smith continued to support him. I know that some of his work is problematic, but I think Smith is mostly a good egg and I do love his movies, despite the possible problems with them.
The worst for me is when someone comes up to me, knows my name, starts talking and Iâm just standing there thinking âwho are youâ the entire conversation.
My mom evidently had an amazing doppleganger. A woman in the same elevator said, âHello, [insert name that wasnât momâs]! How are you?â Mom was all, âUm, Iâm afraid youâve mistaken me for someone else,â but the woman said, âNo, itâs me! So-and-So who does your nails!â Mom thought, âWow! That woman must look a lot like me, if someone who sits across from her for an hour every couple weeks thinks Iâm her!â The woman was really insistent, so mom finally proved it to her. She showed her her awful nails, and the lady almost panicked, it tripped her out so hard.
Oh yeah⌠and thatâll happen to me on campus, too⌠Sometimes DURING the semester, when I have the kid in my class, but they are kind of quiet, so I donât hear from them during class⌠or they skip a lot and then come talk to me⌠
True story: I just got carded at the grocery store - in itself thatâs funny, because only a visually impaired person trying to flatter me would suggest I look under 35 - but the really funny part is that it was for non-alcoholic wine. And the cashier knew what it was, but couldnât seem to grasp the idea that non-alcoholic wine didnât have alcohol in it*. 
*Although apparently this is common practice for stores to card for non-alcoholic beverages, to stop from accidentally selling alcohol to minors. Which I am very clearly not.
I also have a doppleganger.
About 6-7 years ago (Mondays and Tuesdays were my days off), Iâm in a pub in town (quelle surprise) when a guy in his late 20âs/early 30âs (a youngâun) throws his arm around my shoulder and exclaims to his work-gang âHERE he is lads - best all-day breakfast in Newport Pagnell.â
My protesting got me nowhere.
Him: âNah, mate, you know you, you know youâ.
Me nonplussed.
A few seconds later, it dawned on me.
I put my pint down on the bar, marched up to the local cafe, collared Nico the owner and got one of his staff to take a pic of us together, arms around each otherâs shoulders.
I presented the evidence to the youngâun, whose jaw hit the floor.
To be fair, we look vaguely similar, but that photo on my phone made us look like twins.
To this day, Nico and I greet each other with âHello Brotherâ, so thatâs nice.
And I got a pint out of the youngâun.
Thatâs a Vienna School Economist view of a bird.
OK so⌠this is tecnically an informative video but is told in a way that basically belongs here 
Apparently I also have a doppleganger, and I really donât want to meet them.
I was working out in my front yard, when some strange fellow drives past, eyeballing me. I donât think anything of it, until he turns around and comes back, stopping in front of me. He calls out,
âHey, (indistinguishable).â
Iâm confused, I wonder if heâs asking for directions. I look at him quizzically.
âHey, (indistinguishable)!â
Iâm still not getting what heâs saying, so I ask, âPardon?â Then he says it again,
âHey, Snake!â
At which point I realize he thinks Iâm someone with the sobriquet of âSnake,â and tell him that I believe he has me mistaken for someone else. He eyes me skeptically for a while, then admits,
âI guess youâre not him - you donât have his tattoos.â (I donât have any tattoos. Which would seem like a pretty definitive counter-indicator.)
Iâm generally feeling appalled that I resemble someone with the nickname of âSnake,â when he drives off, but not before saying something to the effect of,
âYeah, you wouldnât want to be âSnake.ââ
At which point I realize I resemble someone who lives somewhere near me, who is seemingly some sort of criminal, with enemies. Possibly including the guy who was just talking to me, and that I was perhaps lucky he or one of Snakeâs other acquaintances didnât just decide to do a drive-by under the assumption that I was âSnake.â I avoided going outside for a while after that.
Itâs been years, now, and no one else has mistaken me for 'Snake," so I figure Iâm safe. I suspect I donât much resemble this âSnake,â and that guy who thought I did was just an idiot.
