I cast curse of the recursive
Shotgun time
Just take your P-38 and/or P-51 can opener and cut the top off. Easy.
Nice hiss.
Best I can do is a Makita model 9557PB corded angle grinder, with a masonry disk, since I never feel like swapping back to actual cutting disc, and the concrete blade seems to cut metal just fine.
The extra grit in your drink puts hairs on your chest.
My dad kept a P-38 on his keys for most of his life. I believe it cut significantly more skin and pants pockets than it ever did can lids.
Ah. All your openers quit on you. Hello, Ed.
Beer can’t
Second healthbar
“This isn’t even my final form”
Looks like you have a drinking problem.
Yeah, but when you finally get down to the last can you get to experience that sick ass matroyshka buzz.
You can tell it’s fancy cause it’s wrapped twice. You open it, and it still ain’t open.
canned can
I think that might happen if for one reason or another the machine that places the can top parts happened to place 2 instead of one
You found the bottom of reality. It’s just cans all the way down, baby.
Another bottle-cappery!
return/exchange it. I’ve worked in canning and you can’t count on it to have a proper seal, and it could have picked up and cultured any number of harmful organisms. We sent a double lidded can to testing with our regular shelf life testing batch and it blew up from something culturing.
I would’ve just taken the nearest knife and stabbed it violently in a fit of rage, but that sounds more civil
I want to believe both the tongs and the butter knife were pivotal in prying the rest open
