Yes it does. I am not proud to admit it. I tried in vain to open it and alas was unable to. Sad isn't it? My mom taught me a trick on how to open it. Yeah...it didn't work out so well for me. I practically broke my hand trying to open that darn jar. All I wanted was some salsa! What did I do to make the jar hate me so? Ok thats a bit melodramatic but...it does hate me. As if it wanted to taunt me even more...my mom opened it easy-peasy. RIDICULOUS! This is the height of ridiculosity (is that even a word...oh well now it is).
Ciao, Ciao!
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