Back in the day, i was the hottest little item in the kitchen. I can still work it, but i just don't have the looks. Please, take me home with you, before my sadistic soon-to-be ex cuts me into pieces for recycling. He's got some sassy little stainless steel model fawning around the kitchen, and my days are numbered. The heartless bastard says if nobody saves me today, it's the sheetmetal cutters tonight. I'm locked in a dark garage at the corner of Haines and Grand.
Seriously, it's a non-talking dishwasher. Works fine, it just doesn't look all that great. I'm really not a bastard either.