The following is a true story. . .i swear. . .
I was 18, just starting out in my first real giggin' band, playing bars/clubs on a regular basis.
We were playing a local tourist trap town, at a hotel lounge/bar. Now, back then, I was much more svelt and hardbodied (years of beer and biscuits-n-gravy have taken their toll). During the last set, I notice a set of extremely hot (read: DAMN HAWT!!!) twins sitting at the bar, seeming to dig what we were doing.
I'll leave out the gory details, but suffice it to say that I had twins that night. .. one at a time, mind you (I'm perverse, but not sick). ..as I was kickin' one out of the comp'd room, and pulling the other in, my guitarist is entering his room and spies the twin-swap.