As I was deleting all of my email messages from my work account (you can’t imagine a better feeling), I came upon an old favourite of mine.
The story goes that my sister and, her now fiance, Mark were out at a bar one night in Washington DC, and lo and behold, they see Dan. My Dan. On a random weekend. Without me.
They were perplexed until they realized that it wasn’t Dan at all, but an imposter. A wannabe. I wonder if he thought it was weird that they were snapping pictures of him?
Meet Fake Dan.
dan - That’s not me? I even have that shirt!
shannen - You don’t have those massive chops though. Maybe you should consider being Fake Dan for Hallowe’en next year.
If so, you’d better start growing the chops now.
Kristin - Holy…fake Dan is really quite a good replica! He’s like the “Realbok” of Dans (sold exclusively at Giant Tiger).
Gary - It even looks like Fake Dan is drumming the table with his fingers which Drunk Dan is known to do from time to time. That’s creepy.