I discovered a beautiful new way to drink water. It’s been
around since the cave men first captured water to drink or maybe just since the
first hillbillies canned their pickled crow gizzards. But, for me, I’m a new
convert to this way of drinking, and I must say, I’m never going back.
3 Syllables. 2 words.
1 beautiful invention. Ladies and Gentleman: the Mason Jar.
It all started when there were no more glasses from which I
could drink as they were all dirty or dirtier (7 siblings, 10 person household,
it happens) and there was one lone jar sitting in a cabinet. And I thought to
myself, YOLO. And from the moment I had raised that jar to my lips, my life was
forever changed.
There is just something about the way water washes downward
from that gorgeous glass and fills ones’ [insert scientific term for mouth, in
Latin, to sound be cool] with tiny trickles of tasty sustenance. Tap
water is good. But tap water from a mason jar?! You could serve THAT to the
Queen!
I mean, really. Water from a mason jar just tastes better.
End of Story. Contest it all you want, you Voss drinkers, Brita filter fans, Fiji
fanatics or Smart Water suckers. Good ole’ mason jars do the trick. And they do
it better than any other.
“I’m not usually a
water-drinker. But when I do, I drink from a mason jar.” –The Most Interesting
Man in the World
Take it from Mr. Fascinating, he never lies.
**the above
information was 100% factual, objective information gleaned from a very objective,
well-informed source. If you would like to cite it in a research paper,
however, I don’t highly advise it**
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