Brave little toothbrush

Admittedly, toothbrushes are not my favorite inanimate object. I just thought It would be comical do to a toothbrushes point of view on its "life". My favorite inanimate object is probably my trumpet.

This morning I went through the horror once again. It comes every day, twice a day, 6 a.m. and 11p.m. He comes in, and spills this juice all over me. And then it gets really bad. He takes my head, and practically shoves me down his throat. He jams my face against his teeth, and all the crap on them gets stuck to my face. MY FACE! It's disgusting. And in another few hours he will come back, and do the same thing. Again. I don't know how much longer I can stand it. It's wearing my bristles out. I just hope to whoever is there watching, that I don't and up like Steve. When he was done with Steve, he used him on Washington! And there was nothing Wash could to do help. It bad enough for poor Wash with all the fecal matter, but killing his own inside him is just too far. I can't believe the life I've had to live with this. But in the end, I don't know what else I could do.