Pistachios

I love pistachios. Honestly, they are like little green, crunchy bits of heaven. When my mom buys pistachios, I can't wait until I get the chance to gobble them up.

There's just one problem: they're quite mean. I mean, think about it, even their name sounds like "pissed at you."

They'll start out being nice. You pick one up, you crack its shell open, and they happily let you eat them. In fact, they usually want you to eat them so much that they even leave their shell partially open to make it easier for you to crack.

But then sometimes, this happens.

You try...

And try...

And try...

But the little poopface just refuses to open!
The only way to solve this problem is to insult them until they have to choice to open.