Quotes About Bathroom

When I was on the swim team as a kid, I used to hide out from my coach by going into the bathroom and hiding out in one of the stalls. And I would literally wrap myself in toilet paper so as not to get hypothermia.

The moribund hermit's rage and fear, swelling to grotesque proportions, seemed likely to shatter what remained of his failing physique; and once a spasm caused him to clap his hands to his eyes and rush into the bathroom. He groped his way out with face tightly bandaged, and I never saw his eyes again.

If you grasp the bathroom door handle to exit without using a paper towel, you're right back where you started, with who-knows-whose germs on your hands.

Spain travel tip: If bathroom genders are indicated by flamingos, the boy flamingo is the one with a hat. I learned this the hard way.

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it. Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)

This morning I, too, am in a hurry. The plumber who has reneged four times has promised that he will show up to fix the leak in our bathroom. "Mother-promise, Madam," he pronounced solemnly, when I phoned him last night. "God-promise." "Don't say that," I admonished. "If you don't come tomorrow, your mother will die." I didn't know then that his mother was already dead.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

Hanna had no use for statistics, I soon realized that. She let me deliver a whole lecture—in the bathroom—about statistics, and at the end all she said was: "Your bath is getting cold.

There were eleven kids, and we all shared a bathroom. It was enough to drive us all insane.

That was the best time I've had in that bathroom since I started school.

Beer is not a good cocktail-party drink, especially in a home where you don't know where the bathroom is.

I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned to dance–waiting for the bathroom.

I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned how to dance- waiting for the bathroom.

Get this, we played Condom Roulette like the old days. Ever play? Every guy guesses a color—there's Hot Red, Stallion Black, Lemon Yellow, Orange Orange. Okay, the last two are jokes, but you get the point. There's this condom dispenser in the bathroom. It's still there! So each guy puts a buck on the table. One guy gets a quarter and buys a condom. He brings it to the table. You open it and whammo, if it's your color, you win!

Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven. The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something -! I dragged him to the window and pointed. No it's not, he said. It's snowing.

I really find that when I get on an airplane, I never drink anything but water, and I drink a ton of it. I like to sit in the window, but I'm always climbing over people to go to the bathroom. I'm that seatmate. But ya gotta do it. All about the water.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

But certainly in my grandmother's time - and when I was growing up, yeah, Demetrie's bathroom was on the side of the house, it was a separate door. Still, to this day, I've never been in that room.

There are some ghost stories in Japan where - when you are sitting in the bathroom in the traditional style of the Japanese toilet - a hand is actually starting to grab you from beneath. It's a very scary story.

We are being entertained all the time - in the bathroom, on the train, in our beds. Sure, there is a smaller audience for theater. But we know from radio that entertainment never goes away, it just changes. And more power to it.

This entire issue of transgender people posing a kind of threat to cisgender women in bathrooms is made up. We are just like everybody else - we go into the bathroom, we keep our heads down, we don't look at anybody.

Seeing states like North Carolina enacting these bathroom bills that are banning transgender individuals from using the restrooms they identify as... it's complete discrimination.

I think of Lindsay in the bathroom of Rosalita's, and wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, like rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.

Our technology was a phone, a pencil and pad of paper," Pavitt reveals. "For our first year, our records were warehoused in the bathroom, so you'd have to step over Superfuzz Bigmuff to take a piss.