Tried to take a picture of it, but couldn’t quite.

After reading this story linked by Vman I thought, Hey, I have an evil twin too.

Mine, unfortunately, is not the cause of my distended belly- that is the result of far too many pizzas and extra helpings of Roast Beast. No, my evil twin takes the form of a wild hair and a mole on my right ring finger- a hair like no other on my body, and a mole looking like no other I have. So I name it my congenitally connected twin. And call it Nathan. I expect him to begin growing soon. I’m going to be a little embarrassed after all the times he’s watched me rub one out while surfing porn. Imagine if he grows to be an aloof erudite gentleman, how he’ll hate having budded forth from a hirsute neanderthal.

Fuck him. I’m pulling the hair out. He’ll grow up bald.