Dish Pit

Dishwashers get shit on constantly. You wiggle your cute little ass back to the pit and dump cheese grit bowls into people's lives. Dance your way back to the front of the house and leave that poor genius to his thoughts and silverware. There's a reason he wound up in the dish pit. It's a place of solace wherein one can disassociate and create while scraping a rich guy's nacho pan. This one's for my brethren and sistren of the pit.