The Dishes We had to do the dishes at camp. When we were it, it felt like Hell on Earth. Whenever I did dishes at home we had a dishwasher. When we got down to the last 2 dishes someone brought another mountain of dishes. The brush 5 knuckle shuffled all of those dishes.
When the pounded the bench it sounded like Clash of the Dishes. When we finished I felt 100 years old, it felt like it took that long. Once we cleaned them I wanted to go BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! And BOOM! to those dishes.
After all that we got to go watch a movie or do something else. But when they were clean, they were clean as Heavens walls.