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Why do we call it a medicine cabinet? It's not like I open it and find a hidden portal to a land of health and vitality. No, it's more like a portal to the abyss of expired cough syrup and half-empty boxes of band-aids.
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Why is it that the one Tupperware container you need is always at the back of the cabinet, behind an army of mismatched lids and a forgotten jar of pickles? It's like the Tupperware is playing hard to get.
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Have you ever accidentally dropped a pot lid into the abyss of the lower cabinet? It's like a scene from a horror movie – you reach in, and suddenly it's an arm wrestling match with a colander, a baking sheet, and that rogue potato peeler.
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Cabinets have this magical ability to transform into an avalanche of plastic containers the moment you dare to open them. It's like, "Oh, you wanted a single container? Here's the entire history of your takeout orders from the last decade.
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Ever notice how the top shelf of the cabinet is where you store all the fancy dishes you never use? It's like a VIP section for plates – sorry, ordinary dinner plates, you're just not bougie enough for the top shelf.
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Cabinets are the real-life hide-and-seek champions. I mean, I've got this one cabinet in my kitchen that's so good at hiding Tupperware lids, I'm starting to think it's training for the Olympics.
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You know you're an adult when your idea of a wild Friday night is reorganizing your spice cabinet. It's a thrilling adventure of discovering spices you bought for that one recipe and never used again – "Ah, yes, ground cardamom, we meet again.
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You ever notice how kitchen cabinets are like time capsules for expired snacks? You open one, and it's like, "Hey, remember that diet you gave up on three years ago? Well, here's a bag of chips to haunt your guilty conscience.
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Opening a cabinet at night is like playing a game of culinary Russian roulette. Will you grab the cereal box without knocking over the glass jar of spaghetti sauce, or will you wake up the entire house with a symphony of crashing cookware? It's a gamble we all take for a midnight snack.
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