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I have a bag with a toothbrush and toothpaste and all the things I might need during the day. I call the bag my trailer. Sometimes you don't have a trailer, so that's my trailer.
And all the nursemaids and kitchen maids I ever knew when I was a child, always had a aunt, who knew a woman, whose first cousin's boy had been put into just such a box, and had never been seen again.
I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.
I'm always just carrying a Tupperware cup, ever since my mom went to a Tupperware party and got 'em. I've left them strewn all over the U.S. and Europe. I drink iced tea out of them.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
shopping trolleys
Liaison usually involving two people and their dirty dishes.
Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.
It's like the basket is an ocean and everything you throw up is going in. You get into that kind of groove, and it's all good.
The slang for the rectum is "prison wallet".
Tupperware? I don't know. That's what my mom did."
"Well, my mom had to bring bigger containers for food when the family ate outdoors. But she used
this when she and Dad ...
* * * Lunchbox
My mom said the two most important kitchen utensils are attached to your arms ... you cannot mix up meatballs with a wooden spoon, get in there, get your fingers dirty!
What is the soup kitchen?
Ancient handmaiden. The door opened directly
Stop gawking and close your mouth before I decide to use it as a trash receptacle.
If I don't have room for an item, I put it in warehouses.
Hand-barrow - a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
hung on the rack, besides numerous other small portable articles of vertu that
Floor: the world's biggest shelf.
Good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
Lean Pockets, I don't even wanna know what's in those. I wonder what the directions are on a box of Lean Pockets: 'Remove from box, place directly in toilet.' Flush Pocket!
You know you're writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.
Manhandling the open here spout on a milk carton so badly that one has to resort to using the illegal side.
waistcoat-pocket,
Bend over the sink. I'm going to show you who owns what around here.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all.
"They're taking it away," I said.
"Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all.
Near my desk, I keep a large plastic carton filled with fresh notebooks and stationery of various kinds, sizes, and qualities.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE CARDBOARD BOX
Hands are for other human hands to hold.
The hand is where the mind meets the world.
I use the hook to carry coffee.
One hand washes the other.
Oh go get some dignity. I think it's in the aisle next to the Q-tips.
Everything in God's store is on the bottom shelf ... you have to get on your knees to get it.
An' things ha' come to a pretty pass, ye ken, if people are going to leave stuff like that aroound where innocent people could accidentally smash the door doon and lever the bars aside and take the big chain off'f the cupboard and pick the lock and drink it!
Box of arm? Check.
Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!
A bowl. Like I'm a dog.
Where is the best place to hide a penny? It is in a jar of pennies.
Laundromats ... like a waiting room for people who didn't go anywhere
I carry groceries home on the tank of my motorcycle.
Fritz, the doggen butler, presented him with a barf bag at exactly the right moment. A barf bag. A hospital-grade, bright-green barf bag. As
Handful was my basket name.
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
If you do not want me to break your wrist with one squeeze of my hand, you will do two things immediately, First you will remove your hand from my woman's purse. Second, you will remove your hand from my shirt. It's attached to the body that belongs to the owner of the purse.
The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
It made sense. But rich folk, they had a different word for the crapper. They'd call it a "commode" or a "washroom." That way, when someone asked for the crapper, they knew it was a person they needed to oppress.
Oh, God," Shannon moans. "We have to boil water," I tell Kenny. "She wants Cup-a-Soup?" "No, it's to sterilize things." "What's that?" I start rummaging through my house looking for anything useful. I get a knife, scissors, salad tongs, clothespins, a bottle of whiskey. Kenny
It's the story of a bookseller who finds a handbag in the street one day, takes it home with him, empties out its contents and decides to look for the woman who owns it. He succeeds but when he finds her, he runs off like an idiot.
I'm a tidy sort of bloke. I don't like chaos. I kept records in the record rack, tea in the tea caddy, and pot in the pot box.
Never buy anything with a handle on it. It means work.
in her pocket for
This is called 'Black Box', for the girl who holds the key to mine.
Marathon tidying produces a heap of garbage. At this stage, the one disaster that can wreak more havoc than an earthquake is the entrance of that recycling expert who goes by the alias of "mother.
The hand is the tool of tools.
The high shelf
Where you stacked the bad thing, hoping for calm,
Broke. It rolled down. It follows you to the end.
The brain is a trashcan, though perhaps the best of all possible trashcans.
It holds my essential stuff, including a book - for true contentment, one must carry a book at all times, and great books so rarely fit, my friends, into one's pocket[ ... ]
People are not like Tupperware, with their lids on securely.
I'm a big handbag lover and will always have one with me.
father shoves things into what
standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
This is a haiku
Haiku's don't have to make sense
Refrigerator
A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.
basket. No, they put it on a stand, and it gives light
Woman in heels stands a statistical likelihood of ending her evening with her shoes in her handbag, barefoot and demanding a piggyback to the taxi stand in order to "keep her tights clean." Men are invariably the pig whose back is called for.
The bathroom. An ingenious idea.
When we reached it, I turned to Noah.
"I'm going to be in here for a while. You probably don't want to wait."
I only briefly caught the horrified expression on his face before I pushed open the door with overwhelming force. Win.
Slang is a foul pool at which every dunce fills his bucket, and then sets up as a fountain.
three-legged stool
OK, now write for ten minutes, keep the hand moving, tell me what you carry.
Where do the homeless make toast?
Home is where i hang my toothbrush and where the cats have their commode
I live in an old house with no closets and no built-ins. I hate big cupboards.
A collection of takeout boxes slumped together like old men in bad weather.
The hand that gives, gathers.
I put the kitch into kitchen.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
When it comes to doing my job, I keep my ego in my handbag.
If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.
our outside loo, known as the Betty, was a good loo; whitewashed and compact with a flashlight hanging behind the door. I smuggled books in there to read them in secret, claiming constipation.
I pick apart everyone's pantries. They think I'm super-annoying.
All the travelin I ever done is going around the coffeepot looking for the handle.
For those looking to find the thing that you've lost, the decision of where to place your handbill is one of the toughest you'll ever make in life.
Electric jugs for all.
It was a father, one hand resting teapot-style on his hip, and the other - what would be the spout - formed into a fist.
He was going to hell in the old hand basket, and he decided that maybe he would take someone with him.
I was thinking about the word handle and all the unholdable things that got handled.
I have three boxes on my desk: In, Out, and Too Hard.
It's just an ice bucket with a bottle in it. The two flute glasses are little tray. I got to shut the curtains. I'm in my boxer shorts and shirt. I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. But I want to shut the blinds so it's really dark in the room.
Ironically, I am reliably informed that Michael McIntyre doesn't actually have a "man drawer", and invented the concept in order to ridicule ordinary people, for whom he has nothing but haughty contempt.
I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.
If you're lookin' for a helpin' hand, try the one at the end of your arm.
Two buckets were easier carried than one. / I grew up in between.
I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.
Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide.
Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess.
move your container easily.
It's not what you lift, it's where you carry it.