[start pervert mode]
Why is it that EVERY SINGLE ONE of my female cousins is HOT? Went to my family reunion the other day, and they have a pool, and all of them were just lying around, in their bikini’s, swimming, getting sun. Eye candy all around me, and I can’t even look at them without feeling dirty. It’s NOT FAIR!
[end pervert mode]
:smack:
You just have to hate it when that happens.
My daddy married his sister and it didn’t affect me none…
AAAAAAH!!!.. is my hair on fire???
You’d tell me if it was wouldn’t ya?
I had a creepy cousin once—he was adopted, and he spent every one of their yearly visits from age 12–17 following me around saying “but we’re not really related!”.
ICK!
Knew a girl that was adopted. Moved in with her cousin & had a kid. It ripped their family to shreds, but was great fun to watch. (Life would be such a drag if backwoods rednecks didn’t exist)
Chekmate, I know your cousins may be hot (for real- I was peeking through the fence), but there are millions of hot babes on this planet that you’re not related to! So don’t worry about it. Take a cold shower and go to the beach. 
Two of my cousins are a Jerry Springer episode waiting to happen. Teenage, pregnant and they don’t know who the daddies are! shakes head What’s worse is they don’t know the first thing about taking care of their babies and their health. They smoke like there is no tomorrow (I’m afraid to even assume what else they do that is bad for the baby’s health) and one of them is 7 months along and the baby only weighs a pound. :-\
I don’t even claim them anymore. They’re white trash of the highest order.
Also, just cause they’re you’re cousins, that doesn’t mean they’ll actually give you the time of day :D.
I hear you there, Chekmate.
Years back, I managed to escape from the frozen North and returned to California. I was a mere lass of nineteen, and very single.
Wouldn’t’cha know, the two most gorgeous single straight men I meet the whole time I was there were my cousins. One a tall, blond surfer-type (voted Best Chest at a local nightspot for several months running), and the other a shorter, wiry, dark-haired type (Black Portuguese, mmmmmmmm).
I met gorgeous men, but they were either not single or not straight, dammit!
I eventually returned to the North, sulking. (Well, okay, not really, y’all got some real creepy freaks down there - and they, like, follow you home and all. The Night Stalker was working his way in my direction at the time…)