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Why is it that when people meet siblings, parents etc... they immediately say "Wow, I see the resemblence?" What is it about people that makes them complete morons in the presence of related folks? Just because I am related to someone, does not mean that I look like them, nor does it mean that I want to hear that I look like them, resemble them or have the same eyes, nose, big ass, thick legs etc...

This annoyance piggy-backs one that happens to my wife all the time - just because two people have red hair and happen to be in eye-shot of each other does NOT mean they are related!

Jesus people, next time you meet brothers, sisters, parents w/kids just shut the hell up and do not say the following - "OH, I see the resemblence." If you are wrong (like they sisters are adopted for example) then we get to laugh at your expense and you look like an ass.



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