A guy walks into a strip club and sees a pair of blonde siamese twin strippers. He persuades them to come back to his house for some OTC action.
The guy has sex with the one sister. Then when he starts on the other sister, the first sister has nothing to do and is bored. She spots a trombone in the corner of the bedroom and asks the guy if she can play it. So she plays the trombone while the guy screws her sister.
A week later the blonde siamese twin strippers are on stage when the guy comes in again. The one sister turns to the other and says, "Hey, there's that guy. Do you think he'll remember us?"
Being serious for a moment with the hypothetical: conjoined twins are distinct individuals before the Law for all purposes, so you'd have to pay in full to each of them for any service rendered jointly. Legal personality is assigned per brain. If they are extensively conjoined (say to the extreme of the Hensel twins -- look them up), they will probably have by adulthood worked out a system by which they alternate who's primarily involved or when they act jointly; so it can be "OK, THIS next dance is with SISTER, you pay HER..." and then you'd feel obligated to buy at least one with each sister in charge. (The ability to actually do that would be highly dependent on neuromotor integration i.e. what parts of the shared body each controls or both can).
I'll file this one under "thought exercises" in the drawer for "things I do not expect to have to deal with in this lifetime".
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last commentThe guy has sex with the one sister. Then when he starts on the other sister, the first sister has nothing to do and is bored. She spots a trombone in the corner of the bedroom and asks the guy if she can play it. So she plays the trombone while the guy screws her sister.
A week later the blonde siamese twin strippers are on stage when the guy comes in again. The one sister turns to the other and says, "Hey, there's that guy. Do you think he'll remember us?"
I would wait and go on 2-4-1 night, just to be on the safe side.
Yeah, it really sucks to now call my Muffy a Conjoined cat.
With all the PC BS, won't be long until one can say nothing but A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes W. Then farmerart will object to "A".
I'll file this one under "thought exercises" in the drawer for "things I do not expect to have to deal with in this lifetime".
You wait for an hour for one to show up and then you see two.