I can't remember the last time I couldn't open a jar. I don't remember when it was, but I remember it being a jar of tomato sauce and my mom gives me a dirty look, grabs it and pops that bitch open lickety split.
Hurtfully, I mumbled that I already loosened it and went about my meal making ways.
Now, I'm a big boy and have unofficially been made the jar opener. There's not a jar I can not open. I feel this is a signifigant stage in my life.
Hurtfully, I mumbled that I already loosened it and went about my meal making ways.
Now, I'm a big boy and have unofficially been made the jar opener. There's not a jar I can not open. I feel this is a signifigant stage in my life.

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