Brave Little Toasters

I don't know why I put up with all of my owner's crap. He bites me multiple times throughout the day. He drains me of everything I have. At the end of each day, he leaves me empty and dry. And what do I do to deserve it? I'm always there for him. Sure, I may make a mess sometimes, but it's not my fault. I'm old and slightly broken. I guess I am thankful that he still keeps me around. I've seen my good friends get thrown away after a short amount of time. And he always keeps me with him. I am always just a zip away. Yeah, I may be squished by his lunch, but the apples he carries always make good conversation. Now that I think about it, he may leave me empty at the end of the day, but he never fails to fill me back up again. I guess my life isn't too bad, for a water bottle.