These motherfucking Pillsbury crescent dinner rolls vex me!

First, there's the packaging...it's like a CD...it NEVER opens easily. You're just supposed to "tear here" and go in circles and eventually the wrapping will give way to the cardboard and the cardboard will POP. Well, no. NEVER. I just find myself staring at a cardboard biscuit can now, instead of a Pillsbury label. So I have to exhaust myself twisting the cardboard, hoping to hit the right weak spot. If that fails, I have to slam the fucking thing over the counter. But do you think the stress ends there? Oh, no. NOW I have to figure out how to unroll the mass of dough into 8 separate rolls...it's not as easy as it seems. I know...a retard could do this. Well, maybe...but it's hard for me. And by the way, I'm cooking for ME and me only...I don't need eight rolls. I love bread, but not THAT much. So I wind up cooking 4 or 5, and storing the leftovers the best I can...but they're always fucked up in some kind of hard/yellowed way, and they turn out weird and flat. I still eat them, of course. And that's my Pillsbury anecdote...and another minute of your life down the drain...