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[doug rr]

we have a Tushy brand bidet in our bedroom bathroom in California..we both miss it..going back Sunday for about a month and looking forward to using it again..the toilets here are not adaptable to using it

[dad]

but do you have a step stool or squatty potty?

that's important.

[Chris_H_2]

I was skeptical, but after installing one of those seat bidets, I don't ever want to go back to not using a bidet. It is especially awesome when you have one of those mornings that tries to ruin your day when you shower and then have to shit.

Describe the whole routine from beginning to end. Also, what's the water pressure on that thing?

you press a button.

/fin

[wease]

I was skeptical, but after installing one of those seat bidets, I don't ever want to go back to not using a bidet. It is especially awesome when you have one of those mornings that tries to ruin your day when you shower and then have to shit.

Those mornings are the absolute worst

[BurtReynolds]

Do they have seat belts so you don't get launched off the pot?

[Chris_H_2]

[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.

[tommy]

I was skeptical, but after installing one of those seat bidets, I don't ever want to go back to not using a bidet. It is especially awesome when you have one of those mornings that tries to ruin your day when you shower and then have to shit.

Those mornings are the absolute worst

counterpoint, these things are way overrated. I have one and my wife likes it for her monthly. I find that the moisture all over my taint and balls warrants about the same use of toilet paper that the old method did.

But do you feel cleaner?

[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.

[96583UP]

i had a very nice japanese style toilet in a nice hotel this summer

heated toilet seat

warm water sprinkler onto the posterior

i could def get into that

[spike]

Is the water hot, cold, or warm?

[E.H. Ruddock]

You guys ever end up here when using the RM mobile app?

[Higgs]

Fat fingers when changing forums there Ruddo.

[Ello Sailor]

Is it a hip or a hit flask? I've heard people use both an awful lot.

[Jorge]

Hip flask. Attaches to belt loop

[E.H. Ruddock]

Does anyone remember that meme that used to get posted here in the late aughts about "keepin' it real", and it had two trailer trash white kids at the playground throwing gang signs? I can't find it anymore on an image search. I need it for a work presentation.

[Jorge]

Stop saying that guy in Burt's meme looks like me. He just has glasses. Our facial hair isn't similar, and also he's bald! I'm not bald!

[E.H. Ruddock]

Stop saying that guy in Burt's meme looks like me. He just has glasses. Our facial hair isn't similar, and also he's bald! I'm not bald!

no, there's something else about it that is similar.

[tommy]

Stop saying that guy in Burt's meme looks like me. He just has glasses. Our facial hair isn't similar, and also he's bald! I'm not bald!

no, there's something else about it that is similar.

There's definitely something there

[E.H. Ruddock]

I've added hair for reference