Monday, February 20, 2006

A little touch of home

My parents sent me a care package today, and what is the item I am most excited about? Sadly, a can opener. However, I have a legitimate reason! I usually am not a "USA all the way!" kind of person, but let's face it...American can openers are much easier and more logical than Japanese/European/whatever can openers. I have managed to cut myself quite badly due to horrible Japanese can openers, and other times I just avoid canned items for fear of pain or anger problems (yes, I am retarded, but come on!). So, this entry is an ode to American can openers. Honestly, would you rather have this beautifully crafted piece of heaven:


Or this piece of shit that one would use on fucking Brokeback Mountain:


I mean, I guess I would use this, but only if it meant that I got to have mad sex with Jake Gyllenhaal. Until then, I'll use my American one, and my uncut fingers will be very happy with that decision (tho another body part will miss the options involved with the camping type).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

can i borrow your can opener? i bought some tunafish and forgot i dont have one! fish=brain food

Anonymous said...

Wow! Real Can opener! Thats awesome...

-Sean