Me again the papa sauce jar

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I think this jar of papaw sauce and it’s friends hate me. They don’t want to be poured on top of some pasta oh no no no. They want to stay in there pasta sauce jar and glare at me. Mocking me knowing it will send me into a crazy fit of why won’t you open up for me. Here it sits now open. Oh after me threading to smash its glassy jar on my floor and saying some not so nice words to it. It craves to my mom monster powers twisting it till it gave way to tomato goodness to please me three hungry kids for dinner. Yeah that’s right pasta jar doesn’t mess with mama or you’ll be pounded all over someone pasta.