The news that a sheep in Scotland has been successfully cloned (1)   . What good would it be to clone humans? What would I do with a clone of myself? Then (2)   that I could have my clone go into work for me while I went out hiking, biking, skiing, etc.! I really could be in two places at once.

But wait a minute. If that's what I would do with my clone, how do I know that I'm not a clone myself? What if the (3)  had himself cloned and sent the clone (that is, me) in to do his work for him? This explains a lot:

— all those mysterious checks I find in my (4)   every month (with my signature) but don't remember writing,
— why my wife doesn't seem to notice when I've been out of town,
— all those traffic tickets I have to pay but swear I never received in the first place.
— why my friends say things like, "I thought I saw you out skiing last week," when I know I was at work,
— why I keep getting fines for (5)   at the library, when I only check out CD's,
— the (6)   to my credit card (the one with my picture on it) from London, Paris, New York ...

I can only hope the original me never gets sentenced to prison.