Try being my size and going into a public restroom.
You might be a redneck if your classes at school were cancelled because the path to the restroom was flooded.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stolen toilet paper from a public restroom.
We don’t have much time. Mel will be out of the restroom soon. ” “You’ve got a magician named Mel?
Mitt Romney looks like a guy modeling briefs on a package of underwear. . . He looks like a guy who goes to the restroom when the check comes. . . He looks like a guy who would run a seminar on condo flipping. . . He looks like he is the closer at a Cadillac dealership. . . . He looks like that guy on the golf course in the Levitra commercial.
Am I the only person who hopes that David Beckham has sex with Brad Pitt? I don't know who's in charge of casting in Hollywood, but make it happen before one of them is out of their prime. Can you imagine those two men together making love? If there's a man in here that's junk doesn't wiggle just a little bit at the thought of those two men together - this has nothing to do with your homophobic sexual preference. At that level it's art, you monkey. You should be honored that you share the same restroom with those Greek gods.
Why do they call it the restroom? Is there anybody just resting in this room?
The code of the road is, if there is anything to eat, eat; if there is a place to sit, sit; if there is a restroom, go.
One time I went into a restroom and a girl followed me in. I signed an autograph for her in the sink. It was pretty funny because she was in a guy's restroom and she wasn't embarrassed at all.
The predicament of a person in a restaurant who is unable to determine his or her designated restroom (e. g. , turtles and tortoises).
I am concentrating docilely on the question why U. S. restrooms always appear to us as infirmaries for public distress, the place to reagain control.
With boys you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane. It's all there. The fruit flies hovering over their waste can, the hamster trying to escape to cleaner air, the bedrooms decorated in Early Bus Station Restroom.
You know, I'm going to start thanking the woman who cleans the restroom in the building I work in. I'm going to start thinking of her as a human being.
I propose a limitation be put on how many sqares of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting. Now, I don't want to rob any law-abiding American of his or her God-given rights, but I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where 2 to 3 could be required.
Then you’re going to stay in that net until eternity comes to pass. (Sin) Well, that’s really intelligent, isn’t it? What are you going to do? Put drinks on me or just use me as a conversation piece whenever friends come over? And let’s not even think about what’s going to happen when I need to use the restroom, shall we? I hope you have a standing order at Sofa Express. (Kat)
