I would describe myself as a fairly intelligent and intellectual person. School has always been pretty easy for me, I’ve scored well above average on various IQ test and such, and I would probably survive for at least a while if stranded on desert island.
If it didn’t require me to operate a can opener, that is.
It took both me and Sean 10 minutes of twisting, turning, hammering and cursing before we swallowed our manly pride and searched for “How to Use a Can Opener” on YouTube.
I’ve rarely felt so retarded in my life as when I figured out what was wrong. I mean, I’ve even used this type of can opener before, but something was different with this one. The damn handles were taped together with invisible tape. Thanks a lot IKEA!
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