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I'm covered with loser dust.
Does a toilet seat get ass?
Pretty dark in there, says Ash. Did you git lost? I feel a hot flush crawl up my neck. Lucky for me, Hermes trots over an I busy myself strokin his neck. It uh ... took us longer than we thought to put out the fire, says Jack.
I might be needy, competitive and desperate but it's far better than being wet.
sank, at the realization of what had really
Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she looked away. The
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.
Erika glides down into the warmth, the body-warm brook of shame, a bath in which one submerges cautiously because the water is rather dirty.
Sometimes you're taken into troubled waters not to drown but to be cleansed
Water you dead bastard
She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.
People can deal with almost anything when their toilets flush.
While taking a quick shower, ask yourself, Ass I hope you saw that?
She felt flushed with seratonin.
I'm sorry, I got you all snotty and wet.
After suffering a torn disc six months ago, then a car crash just when it was starting to heal, and then an attack of Bell's Palsy for variety, I realised something. When my life decides to go down the crapper, it doesn't forget to flush!
You've got five minutes to get your ass up and in the shower, or the shower's coming to you.
Got an issue, get a tissue.
dazed mind. Early morning rays highlighted the water stains shining through the slap-dash
I think my water just broke.'
I took an instinctive step back. Because, gross. 'Omigod.
What do you need, babe?" "You." "Okay. I can sit with you while you finish your shower." I shut the lid on the toilet. "No. I need you in here with me - in the shower.
Gram?" I asked. "You okay?"
"Damn men," she said. "I fell in the toilet."
I busted out laughing. Tears of laughter coursed down my face. "Oh God," I said, still laughing.
Caeden was blushing. Even his ears were red. "I did tell you I can never remember to put the toilet seat down.
It was just wet, not stinky?
Right now I'm scoring goals and I'm the king of the world. And a couple weeks ago I was almost in the toilet. So maybe you just forget to flush me.
First I become flush with righteous anger, which, if you must be angry, is the very best kind.
What the deuce is to do now?
My cheeks flushed, and I felt a wave of warmth throughout my body, but not because of the subject matter. Because she had used the word us.
It was one of those times when you don't realize how lonely you are until, suddenly, there's someone by your side.
Why buy a product that it takes 2000 flushes to get rid of?
His bowels seemed to turn to water.
My life is in the toilet, Red. We're talking a serious septic tank situation.
Operation Find A Toilet Before It Was Too Late was in full swing.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
I do have an important question, but I can ask it from out here. Are you dry?
Of course I'm dry. Why do you ask that?
So many daughters have come home wet lately.
My bowels turned watery.
I like my baths really deep and hot. But washing everything only takes a few minutes. So I thought it would be a waste to just flush all that water away. So there was nothing else to do but take pictures of myself trying to look as horrendous as possible. Oh my, what have I started?
Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He had been lying in a pool of his own vomit. At least, he hoped it was his own.
Stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly.
I made you all wet.
He went three hundred yards up the slope to the other hotel, he engaged a room, and found himself washing without a memory of the intervening ten minutes, only a sort of drunken flush pierced with voices, unimportant voices that did not know how much he was loved.
Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.
It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.
It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale.
You're so dehydrated I can hear you blink.
She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus."
"God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
Are you all right, Macy? You looked a little flushed"
Just as Macy began to nod quickly, Ghost swigged his beer and jerked his head in her direction. "She looks that way because I have my hand up her skirt.
You okay?"
Just waiting for the water to boil. Burning shower. One of the only things that helps when I'm totally freaking out."
I'm not sure how to respond. "So," I whisper, "you want anything?"
Yeah," She replies, sarcastic "I want to be bulimic, but the vomit grosses me out.
We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.
Blowed if I ain't all in a muck sweat,' said the Giant, puffing like the largest railway engine. 'Comes of being out of condition. I suppose neither of you young Ladies has such a thing as a pocket-hankerchee about you?
Oh. That. Look, that was a time long time ago.
That's not going to happen this time. I'm clean. I just want to have a nice dinner here with my girlfriend.
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
My nards aren't clean
Ive been partying
With Charlie Sheen
There's a mess inside you:
You clean the outside.
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
I'm taking a quick shower. I'm gross. I need to be clean."
"You shouldn't be doing that." The door handle jingled. It wasn't locked. "Alex!"
"I'm naked," I warned.
Silence and then, "Is that supposed to make me not want to come in there?
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
The joy's gone out of me like the pee from a small boy in a swimming pool on a hot day.
I was IN THE DAMN SHOWER!
So we're not home and dry," he said. "We could not even be said," replied Ford, "to be home and vigorously toweling ourselves off.
wash off the journey
you curdled clot of whores piss
We're all drowning, but don't say it out loud.
A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,
blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."
Sometimes I became so permeable, so porous, that I would absorb too much, until a valve yielded, and everything rushed out in a quick drain.
Peter took a shuddering breath. He wondered what his fish had thought, expecting the cool blue of the sea, only to wind up swimming in shit.
I'm as clean as the days are long.
The year I snuck an interracial lesbian couple into the background of an American Airlines commercial, I was feeling particularly flush.
toilet-papered your house!
The placement of a perfect perfumed turd passive-aggressive zinger is equal to the flush of an orgasm. It is sublime.
It is time to buddle (scrub in water) all that is not illutile (unwash-awayable). Baudelaire said that humans were deluded if they thought they could wash away all their spots with vile tears, but Baudelaire was French and therefore knew nothing about hygiene or shower gel.
Inside, I gagged. The floor was awash with excrement. Blocked toilet bowls brimmed with sewage. The place looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. Nobody had noticed, because nobody who mattered ever went in there.
I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away.
How quaint.
How very quaint.
Like believing some things last forever.
A tear. As if that could make a difference.
Boyd Shreave tore the page from Eugenie Fonda's memoir and, with a contemptuous flourish, wiped his ass with it.
I'll need hot water for washing." Hart barked.
Wellford murmured, "Immediately sir," as he bowed back out the door. He did not say, "Of course, sir. I bring you hot water every single morning, even when you haven't debased yourself for a woman.
What are the asses at now?" He
And Lord did I push, for thee more hours
I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat,
Pushed so hard blood vessels burst
in my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud.
untrammelled flow
How you feeling?" Now that you're here? Wet. I
ripped the paper
I'm as clean as a whistle.
Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.
All my good reading, you might say, was done in the toilet.
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.
Every time someone uses a bathroom and they flush, all the bacteria is shot into the air.
I look at you. i know what you are. you are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. a woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him. _Eric Packer
It's the girls' toilets!' Harry gasped.
Submerge, bitch.
into the kitchen and spotted
Be very careful about your care. Don't use it for sexual high jinks. It can get ugly - trust me. Also be careful when flushing.
clearly besotted with
Be good now, Potty...Weasel King...
Bless us and splash us, my precioussss!
I'm sure you already know this, but you need to actually climb into a bath to get clean - not stare at it.
Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!
I've got soggy thighs. It must be dinner time.
water wants to flow,
Squeezed back. Or, more likely, someone