ever consider that it's a fake?

I love Miss Jan...

mistah, i once had rancid ribs and that was bad hoo wee mistah!

just because i have more yeast in my twat than a french bakery doesn't mean you can't fuck me in the ass. line up and take a number wino.

I really should be pissed off at my evil twin after all of the work I've put in here over the past several months giving advice, trying to make a friend or two, and making the odd (very odd) joke here and there.

But I must admit that I'm enjoying "her" efforts. I'm also having fun trying to figure out who "she" really is. So far, I've narrowed it down to someone who is young, male, probably British, above average intelligence, and probably in a profession which requires some kind of written communication. So, evil JanIAm, I like your work! You are a good anti-hero. I'm sure you'll lose interest in playing the role soon, but I've enjoyed playing thus far :-)

Other Jan from my former life, you are a silly twit. You can't guess who I am because I am you. In your head. I am your labia. I am your aorta. Feed me meth and heroin.

If I send you the latest Victoria's Secret catalog with the ladies' labias discretely shaved, will you return to Bizarro World? I don't think I can wait long enough for you to hitch a ride to go out with the next Hale Bopp comet. Of course, since you're so keen on meth and heroin, a "John Belushi 'oops' moment" is always an option as well.