Dahnielson

I can not remember names.

I just don’t do names. I can’t even keep track of my own middle names. I carry an ID-card as percussion — just so people will know who I am.

Because I’m that terrible at remembering names, I usually don’t even try to make the effort. So me and my friends use to play this look-a-like-game at parties: “Paris Hilton warning six-o-clock!”

But you should never, ever, ever tell somebody who you think they look alike. Because a split second before you tell her, you realize your constantly horny brain have compared her with some valspeak quadropod. Then two possible things can happen: a) She thinks you’re a perv. b) She’s flattered — but now you have to explain whom you just compared her with.