Some people leave a glass or mug in the bathroom

[Norah]

I have no glass upstairs at all. If I need water in my bathroom, I use my hand.

I use two hands, so essentially same.

[JuanHamm]

I have no glass upstairs at all. If I need water in my bathroom, I use my hand.

I use two hands, so essentially same.

Do you have really small hands or does B have really big hands?

[Norah]

I have no glass upstairs at all. If I need water in my bathroom, I use my hand.

I use two hands, so essentially same.

Do you have really small hands or does B have really big hands?

I just find it cups the water better to rinse my mouth after brushing my teeth.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I just put my big ol' face under the faucet for that.

[Dev]

I just put my big ol' face under the faucet for that.

Now I can't get this image out of my head.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I just put my big ol' face under the faucet for that.

Now I can't get this image out of my head.

Imagine me working with a lot of black rappers.

[wease]

I finish my coffee while pooping just about every morning.

Holy crow trag

[Jorge]

Sludge in, sludge out

[Norah]

yeah that is absolutely disgusting

[JuanHamm]

Ban trag

[B]

I have no glass upstairs at all. If I need water in my bathroom, I use my hand.

I use two hands, so essentially same.

Do you have really small hands or does B have really big hands?

I just find it cups the water better to rinse my mouth after brushing my teeth.

I can go either way.

I just don't understand why everyone is so thirsty in their bathrooms that they can't go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

[spike]

I’ve finished coffee while on the can in the morning. Don’t like doing it, but sometimes it’s the only solace for the parent of a toddler.

[dad]

far worse than barehand tossing some dog crap over the fence.

it's not even close.

[JuanHamm]

I don't even chew gum on the toilet

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.