What A Pickle
I was at my bed sleeping comfortably until my mother came running into my room at approximately 1 in the morning to ask me a request to which I accepted. the request was to open a jar of tomato sauce, presumably because she was cooking food.
The problem was that my hands were not very strong, so I could not have possibly opened that very jar of tomato sauce. My mother then told me the following words: “you’re f***ing useless, you can’t do sh*t. “