WHO'D KNOW? By wanta-be-anonymous Dirty dishes piled high in the sink. Food congealed on the plates. I despise the toil of washing dishes. While Roulf thinks they look delicious. He dribbles drool in anticipation. Ogling grimy bowls and sticky flatware. A lick here, a lick there. Could be a solution for both of us 'Cause scrubbing pots makes me psycho. While Roulf, you see, is very thorough. Uses his tongue most efficiently. He craves the dirtiest of the dirty dishes. I could wipe them off when Roulf finishes. Shine them up real nice before stacking. Okay, maybe a no-no, but really, now … Who'd know?