I'm saying this because apparently every man that lives in my house (three) is afraid of it. Because it's always full of either dirties or cleanies. And no one opens it except me. Because apparently I'm super brave and good looking and am the only one in the house who dares to open the alligator mouth and peer inside. And then after I peek in there and see that it is full of dirties? I *gasp* put soap in it and *holy shit* start a wash cycle. And even more amazing is how I *dammmnnn Gina* unload the dishes after they have been cleaned. Amazing. I'm like the Crocodile Hunter of dishwashers, except if a sting ray ever swam up to me in my kitchen, I would totally stab it in the face with a steak knife and twirl it around my head because that is how brave I am. Braver than the Crocodile Hunter. That was probably an insult to the Crocodile Hunter. Maybe I should apologize?
Crikey, g'day and sorry mate! A dingo stole your baby! Put another shrimp on the barbie!
I don't know, I'm not good at foreign relations.
p.s. Anyone notice how I used alligators and crocodiles in this post? I should win a bloggie award for best use of reptiles.
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