Here's a question: Barbie comes over to your house and says at home (ahem, Dream House) there's a tiny can of soup Ken is having trouble opening, but because Ken is insecure about all of his fingers being fused together (as well as his height and non-descript genital mound), she doesn't want you to open it. Instead she wants to borrow a can opener. Except, and more importantly, [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE], do you have one in miniature? Well, if you live in France, you're goddamn right you do! Because they sell these everywhere!
The people who live in this apartment have a Wii. A PC. An electric keyboard and a washing machine. Like they won a bunch of crap on Wheel of Fortune and at the end, when Pat Sajak broke the bad news they only had 1.75 euros left, they took the miniature can opener. "I'll take the piece of s**t that cuts your thumbs open."
If you walked into a hardware store and said "I want the most dangerously awkward thing you sell to open cans except I don't actually want it to work. I want it to slice all of my fingers off." He'd hold up a Tasmanian Devil with chainsaws tied to its face. "No, no, it has to fit in my pocket..." you'd offer as a correction. And then he'd hand you that thing in the picture.
Let's say you like to do laundry, but people keep stealing your jeans from the dryer. What do you do? Didn't you see The Goonies? You make Booby Traps! You rig a drying rack to a pulley that hangs above people's heads in the bathroom. Then you rig the rope to a hook that is fastened at eye level. Because you want people to think they can lower it. Because while their attention is on the laundry, they aren't expecting the rack to clip the clasp on the cabinet above them. They aren't expecting a 12" tall Buzz Lightyear to sidesaddle an iron down onto their head. Because, seriously, who the f**k is EVER expecting that?!!
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