France is the only country where the money falls apart and you can't tear the toilet paper.
Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight. "Dorothea?" "Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully. "Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. " She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.
You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.
No, thanks," said Harry. "The toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it— it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.
And so the dentist says 'Rinse.' So you lean over, and you're lookin' at this miniature toilet bowl.
Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –" "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mum.
Oh well... I'd just been thinking, if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet.
In Marseilles they make half the toilet soap we consume in America, but the Marseillaise only have a vague theoretical idea of its use, which they have obtained from books of travel.
It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.
Mrs. Spence picks up a roll of toilet paper from the counter and scrunches her nose. “Ask Caymen about that,†Xander says. Great, now I have to explain to his mother about my vandalism? “Your son called me with a toilet paper emergency. I rushed right over.†She looks confused so Xander says, “She’s kidding, Mom.