the bottles of Dawn waits to help wash away the grease and fats of life, It's tough on grease, and cleans more dishes... Just so we, the riders of the storm, can indulge ourselves once again with the slippery oils that pleasure, and consume our lard of sustenance... What an invention this soap has turned out to be, diabolically opposed to one another, soap and grease becomes the foundation of existence oil up people, get slippery and allow yourself to squeeze through this Bat-Out-Of-Hell... for Dawn awaits. |