You know what they say: Out with the old (dishbrush), in with the new (dishbrush). Old Faithful has served me well this year: I'll forever hold dear the memory of how we tackled the great burnt-on pasta fiasco together, back in July. Good times. They become like part of the family don't they? Still, it's time to cross the Rainbow Bridge to the Great Washing Up Bowl In The Sky. Rest In Fairy Max Power, steadfast old chum. I shall never forget you.
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