You have banished my fears of cleanliness! You have diminished the effort required to perform my task, and leave me amazed at the ease with which you do your job! O, Chattering Teeth BladeBrush! You have kept your promise, and for that I thank you. No longer shall I throw away the remnants of my shredded rags, or bandage up my shredded hands. No longer shall I question how effectively their blades have been cleansed. Now in my slice-less hands do I hold, an amazingly clean knife, all shiny and bright ! You have effortlessly, yet gently, banished grease and grime, leaving only a germ free and spotless blade. Will you, Chattering Teeth BladeBrush, help me on my quest for easy, breezy, thorough knife cleansing? Will you protect me, and my poor dishrags, from the constant threat of their slicing blades? Let us see if you will do as promised, little BladeBrush. O, manual dishwashing! Why must you hurt me so?īut, wait! What do my eyes behold? This odd little tool that favors the Wind-Up Chattering Teeth toys from the days of my childhood.
It's just way too risky to scrub away at their sharp blades, and I am left praying that they are clean enough to use once more without the risk of being stricken with salmonella or E. You make it extremely precarious to get sharp knives squeaky clean, as they are constantly slicing into my dishrags and fingers, regardless of how careful I am. Promising review: “O, manual dishwashing! You suck.
