Can you turn a doorknob with lotion on your hands?

[JuanHamm]

Try it and report back.

[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.

[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.

[dpupenya]

This feels like a setup

[dad]

How much time do I get between applying the lotion and grabbing the knob?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

How much time do I get between applying the lotion and grabbing the knob?

Just turn the f*cking knob. Geez.

[JuanHamm]

I tried and I couldn't do it.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I tried and I couldn't do it.

Better luck next time.

[dad]

How much time do I get between applying the lotion and grabbing the knob?

Just turn the f*cking knob. Geez.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

How much time do I get between applying the lotion and grabbing the knob?

Just turn the f*cking knob. Geez.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to.

Your body is ready.

[BurtReynolds]

i will not be a part of your sex fantasies.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Too late.

[dad]

How much time do I get between applying the lotion and grabbing the knob?

Just turn the f*cking knob. Geez.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to.

Your body is ready.

I’m actually tired.

[spike]

trap porn?

[96583UP]

so tough. i get dry skin in the winter and keep a thing of moisturizer nearby and def cannot open the doorknob after application

[The Argonaut]

help! I am now stuck in this room and can't get out

[96583UP]

this is super difficult

winter excema makes me moisturize and i have to be careful when i do it

or i cannot exit the room

[tommy]

this is super difficult

winter excema makes me moisturize and i have to be careful when i do it

or i cannot exit the room

This is why I bought a house with an open floor plan

[doug rr]

this is super difficult

winter excema makes me moisturize and i have to be careful when i do it

or i cannot exit the room

This is why I bought a house with an open floor plan

what color did you paint the walls?