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And what if I need something?'
'Find it yourself.'
Connor tsk-ed. 'Where did all the niceties go?'
'You're not a guest. You're family. Find your own fucking towels.
It's kinda hard to get yourself into a good three-toweler when you got the dick of death.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
A customer facing crucial decisions:
What should I wipe myself with? What should I brush with? His personal hygiene was deteriorating rapidly as he stared at the rows of possibilities, sweating profusely. Would he ever bathe again?
Take you me for a sponge?
When in doubt - wash!
You might get AIDS in Kenya, people have AIDS, you've got to be careful. I mean, the towels could have AIDS.
In the garden of tabloid delight, there is always a clean towel and another song.
Listen, Dim Sum, you little fuck fuck, I didn't pay a hundred dollars for a fucking towel rub.
She would seize every opportunity to dive into the bathroom, in a swirl of white towels, and once in there she was as hard to dislodge as a limpet from a rock.
I seem to have forgotten my towel," she said, feeling heat everywhere. I'm a fool.
He stepped forward, meeting her gaze. "I seem to have forgotten my name," he said, licking his lips. "Maybe we could both get in the shower and you could scream it for me.
How'd we come up with the robe? Was some guy just like, 'Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we make a coat out of a towel? You can have a little belt that goes around. You could dunk the belt in the toilet! Have a toilet belt.'
A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.
Something had happened. The bath towels knew it, the bathtub and the toilet knew it. My father turned and walked out the door. He knew it. It was my last beating. From him.
It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel. -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow
After getting her settled safely on the couch, I retrieved a sterile razor blade from the kit in the closet, along with alcohol swabs, gloves, and gauze. A fluffy white towel came from the bathroom.
If an angry bull is running toward you, and your pants become wet despite holding the red cloth, make sure the other side of the cloth is white.
Let me soap you," he murmured.
"Thank you for your good intentions," she said, "but my two hands are quite enough."
"Even if it's just your back," the foreigner begged.
"That would be silly," she said. "People never soap their backs.
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.
A steady spray of mist silently soaks my fooyball jersey, an irritating rain we locals call spit. Not worth the trouble of opening an umbrella. Not worth spit. Kind of like me.
his shirt and hauled the fine linen up, and off.
I'd like to own you. You keep standing there much longer in that little rinky-dink towel, and you're going to feel how much you own me in about two seconds." I
Bed sheet, if you please. I'll leave my dignity here.
for cleanliness, that's a dirty
don't drop the soap
When I was growing up, in our house nudity was defined as the period of time between the shower and your towel.
blue shower curtain
The body was not yet fully rigorous and was still slightly warm as I began swabbing any area that a washcloth might have missed. I
If we can't alter the tide of events, at least we can be nearby with towels to mop up.
You smell good, too," said Patch
It's called a shower." I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. "Soap. Shampoo. Hot water."
Naked. I know the drill.
What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
I'm always using a towel around my head. Airports don't worry about me.
It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.
Not enough." Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. " Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.
Ah, but what is form but a bum wipe anyhow?
They wiped his paws on a good bath towel whenever he came in with wet feet, because they had not been married long enough to have an old bath towel,
The laundry has its hands on my dirty shirts, sheets, towels and tablecloths, and who knows what tales they tell.
The amount of relief and comfort experienced by the sick after the skin has been carefully washed and dried, is one of the commonest observations made at a sick bed.
Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
It all comes out in the wash.Wash-- Harry Styles
When in doubt, take a bath...
Racing shirts should be sold on big, thick rolls like paper towels.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
linen slipcovers, was as white as whole milk.
In the intermission, between group one and group two, you go to your dressing-room and change every stitch you have on you: underwear, shirt, tie, socks, pants and tails. Your other clothes are soaking wet.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
Though auditing a class at the Sorbonne taught by Luce Irigaray and titled The Mother-Daughter Relationship: The Darkest of Dark Continents, Claire had followed maternal example by setting out guest towels.
The favor for the favor or One hand washes the other.
Obviously some cheap motel is missing a shower curtain.
One hand washes the other.
(Manus Manum Lavat)
I use bath gloves in the shower every day. People often comment on my skin and I just tell them that I use bath gloves.
Dodie could often be seen at the club, clutching a white terry-cloth towel in one hand, her cigarette holder in the other, as she pedaled away on one of the club's stationary bikes.
Earth's sweat, the sea.
people; 'Manners like a creased polyester shirt
Saracen had finished his barley and was happily chewing at the corner of a sheet that had been spread across a hedge to dry. He had once discovered a tablecloth, and ever since had been optimistic about the effects of dragging cloths off the top of things.
We need to boil water. We need clean towels," Ava announced, following too. "She ain't birthin' no baby! She's got a gunshot wound!" Indy shouted. "I know that!" Ava shouted back. "But we need a sterile environment.
Automatic paper towel dispensers are a solution to something that was never a problem in the first place.
Even though it's cold and the water sticks my clothes to my body, it reminds me of a beautiful time full of magical kisses and I need to hold onto that. Because for now, it's all I've got.
Drying, the storm mumbles, / like a freshly washed apron.
If you're dirty, what in this world isn't?!
The saga of semen stained sheets continues.
You can't go round looking like a rag.
I'm sure you already know this, but you need to actually climb into a bath to get clean - not stare at it.
Don't put your nose into somebody else's laundry, if you are not willing to fold your own.
Where do you even buy a black lace handkerchief? Widows R Us?
Soap and water and common sense are the best disinfectants.
Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending
that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands,
these shins, these soapy flanks
I'm a big bath person.
My sleeve is torn and my breeches are unaccountably damp, but nothing was harmed save my dignity.
Woof," he said sadly. "Poor Hound," said Batty. "Poor Hound, indeed." Mr. Penderwick was not sympathetic. "Even he should know not to eat towels.
I washed mud off of mud.
And for some reason he had an unfolded white handkerchief draped over his head, possibly to ward off rain, or hail, or brimstone.
In my new robe
this morning -
someone else.
Apologies do not make good bandages.
Well, a lot's happened since I last showered.
And don't start thinking about that boy's shirt again, or one day you may find yourself laundering it.
Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.
I hate unsolicited wetness.
then simply held it while shame washed
submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet.
On Sunday, something washed up on shore.
I love soft-cotton white T-shirts.
I'm a big fan of teatowels and am always on the lookout for a good one.
Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
Underwear is the female second skin.
Nothing takes the romance and grandeur out of life than scrubbing stains out of sheets.
I felt unclean after having only one sponge bath since the delivery.
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.
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.
Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean.
If you've got a bloodstain on your T-shirt, maybe dirty laundry isn't your biggest problem.
The cloth shivers in the ocean wind, held down by plates and cutlery.
The bathroom door swings open and Nate walks out. He's toweling his damp hair and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
Crap. I should have left this for a more appropriately clothed time of day.
Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?
The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.
May I be excused, or would you like my assistance toweling off?" Ethan asked. "My grandmother is expecting me, and she hates when I'm late, although I'm willing to risk the wrath if you'd like to continue this conversation.
Oh! Who can be ever tired of Bath?
You might be a redneck if your handkerchief doubles as your shirt sleeve.
You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.
I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.