One time, while in the car with my mother, we drove past some homely looking people selling odd metal sculptures by the side of the road.
Laughing to myself, I said, "imagine being related to those people."
My mom then responded, "there is no need for you to imagine being related to those people due to the fact that you are related to those people."
It turned out that they were my second cousins.
True story.
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I'm part judgmental asshole on my mothers side. I just try to hide it.
I love those metal sculptures, my friends gave me a cowboy sculpture!
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