I used to get told I looked like Jack Osbourne, which pissed me off. Now I get Seth Rogan. All the time. I am not a fat ginger fucktard.
My girlfriend, however, has the weirdest way of taking compliments. She's constantly bitching about being fat (she's, like, a size 8 or something) and doesn't see the compliment when I tell her that I'm glad she's not a scary anorexic bitch. I mean, for fuck's sake, what am I supposed to say? "Okay, honey, let me help you starve yourself so you can star in Oxfam adverts"? "At least it'll make your coffin lighter"?
Fucking women, man, they just don't do compliments. Even though they expect them all the time. If I have this conversation one more time, I'm going to kill someone:
GF: "Do I look fat?"
Me: "No."
GF: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes."
GF: "Are you just saying that?"
Me: "No."
GF: "Are you sure? Because it feels like you're just saying that."
Me: "I'm not just saying that. You look great. Really. Now can we please just leave the house?"
GF: "See, I knew you were just saying that to get me out the house faster! I look fat, don't I?"
Me: "No. You look perfect. I'd tell you if you looked fat."
GF: "I bet you would. Bastard."
*Cue sulk for the rest of the day, or until I buy her flowers or some shit.*