To quote the great Peter Griffin, you know what really grinds my gears? It's when people go out their way to tell me who I look like. Is it really necessary to stop frying fries to tell me I look like an out of work comic from the late eighties/early nineties, whose popularity coincided with the rise and fall of Zubaz pants? I myself have probably been guilty of this crime (for those that know what I'm talking about, that dude really did have Ric Flair hair...Woooo!), but at least I have to common courtesy to keep my thoughts to myself, or say them behind your back like normal people.
The best part is that people act like they are the first ones to arrive at that conclusion and its outcome should change your life. "Hey buddy, has anybody ever told you look like such and such?" Why no, sir, it seems that your levels of perception are higher than those of the common man, and you have now provided me with a new outlook on life, and that outlook is suicide...not for me, for yourself, Captain Obvious. Unless your comparative statement is followed by "...and let me buy your dinner" or "I got your next drink," keep that shit to yourself.
I mean, what did you hope to accomplish (besides a rant on a blog that nobody reads)? If I say yes I did know, or no I didn't, where does the conversation go after that? Nowhere.
I should start doing the same thing, maybe I should also make it my goal to announce to the world that I too have mastered the basic cerebral skills of cognition and comparison. Like, "excuse me, you bare a striking resemblance to Sir Francis Drake, the storied English sea captain," or "has anybody ever told you you look like trailblazing anthropologist Ruth Fulton Benedict?" Make you aware of my observation and just walk away. That would be weird and I would hate myself for doing that.
Alright, I got that out of my system, so enjoy this Family Guy clip. You're welcome.
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