Hello, My name is not important and I am addicted to duplicating.

When I first heard of duplicating I thought there was no way it could be real. However when I saw it happen before my very own eyes, I squealed like a little girl waking up on Christmas morning to find a pony in my living room. 

At first it was just the scales... ok for about four seconds its was about the scales. I quickly started to duplicate everything I possibly could.
I am not sure what anyone would do with 2000 prayer beads.... but yeah.

I knew things were getting bad when my eyes started to burn from staring at a computer screen. However it did not really sink in until I called in sick for work.

So after I found out that what I had been doing was under investigation I started to pack my treasures away like a psycho squirrel.  My rock bottom was sitting front of my computer with feeling of satisfaction while I stroked my computer screen and whispered like golem... my preciousssssses.

I may be one of the few who get a severe punishment just for sheer ludicrous quantity. But awaiting my punishment I am with a big fat smile on my greedy little face. 


* PS. forgot to mention. This is for entertainment purposes only.

You risk losing your job because of a few pixels?

Please take a sharp knife and cut your balls off for the greater good of all humanity.

NOTdarth wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 8:24am:


Reading is hard...  I think her balls are safe...

Bah, either way, her humor is on the level.

NOTdarth wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 8:24am:


Many more have called in to work for various personal reasons.
Reason for shouldn't be judged, maybe the frequency of?

Relentless wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 8:11am:


I'd be lying if I said this thought didn't cross my mind. Then shame. Then pragmatism. But the thought was there nonetheless. Sad but true.

She had an eye problem and couldn't see herself going to work.

Ok, now it's time for me to com out of the wood : I'm an Anti-Duplicator at work.

When my customers open tickets that are duplicates of others, I'm one of the fastest to close them as duplicate and to give the reference of the original ticket.

I hate duplicates, they just muddle up my statistics and makes the KPI for my job look bad.

deftest wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 1:24pm:



See girls just went the most crazy with duping because we can't pass up a two for the price of one sale.... but a 1000 for the price of one  .... its like shooting heroin. She's lost to all sense of reason now.

Relentless wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 8:11am:


Hello, not important. Welcome.

FakeStrake wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 4:00pm:



Alright Baby doll, just remember you brought this on yourself.

I am hanging out with my BFF Kat. She had two seriously hot seriously older brother who were in college. I wanted in on some of that flirting. So while they were playing halo I was flirting. Well as time went on my stomach started to hurt... guess who thought it was a great time to stop on by. Aunt Flow  . I kept trying to shrug it off and keep flirting but it felt like a hundred rabid rats were chewing on my uturs. To the point where I was not sure if I could breath it hurt so bad.
Called my mom, mom came and got me and I spent two hours in a hot bath with midol.

My other firends birthday party. It was her sweet sixteen and her parents were loaded. So they rented a limo and took us all girls and boys to a local pool hall down town in our beach town. (I grew up on the west coast.) Well I wore that day my favorite shirt. A white one with light blue sleves that had the number 07 in glittry blue writing, that if worn with a dark bra would show my bra. Oh yes I planned on flirting on this day because my Highschool crush was going to be there. Along with it I wore light blue jeans. Well... guess who thought it would be a great time to show up that day. Yep... Aunt flow... that bitch. 
So As I lean over to take a shot across the pool table who happens to notice an intresting stain on my butt. Yep. Highschool crush Michale. BIG old red stain, like the kind that started to go down my leg. When he and the other boys started yelling and making grossed out noises is when I realized... yeah... I was having issues and my pad leaked. 
SO I spent the rest of the party with my sweat shirt tied around my waist and hiding in the corner telling everyone to leave me alone. 

Doubt I am a woman again and I will give you the real horror storys about what its like to have a period. 

Relentless wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 4:24pm:


Sorry, that proves nothing. This is the Internet - anyone could make that story up - I've got sisters and a wife too I can get the details from if needed 

Relentless wrote on Oct 10^th, 2013 at 4:24pm:




I am so hard right now.