Weekend Ponderment.

I've always thought soap perfectly convenient for washing hands in the sink beside the downstairs toilet, so why does Veronica insist on handwash?
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Like most Triffids I amble aimlessly through life, occasionally lashing-out when someone comes too close.

Labels: uninspired question
12 Comments:
If you don't want dirty hands to touch anything you press the plunger down with your nose. You can't do that with soap.
Because she wants you to learn Korean.
Small Boo insists on top-to-toe Swarfega, a 10-minute hosedown, then a quick session in a carwash.
And that's before I have a wee.
I don't touch so nothing gets dirty.
I hate handwash but my flatmates sometimes sneak a bottle onto the bathroom sink and this annoys me to a completely irrational level.
Billy wins this week's Too Much Information Award. It's not quite a Bafta but it's from the heart, Billy.
I've seen those pictures before - it's from the Perfumed Garden, translated for Korean deaf people.
No wonder she wants handwash.
Greetings from China~~~
What have you got in the upstairs toilet then?
Far too many clever answers here already. I give up.
I think it's sign language. For making improper suggestions.
By the way, research has shown that the worst source of disgusting germs in the bathroom is the washbasin. The loo is apparently pretty hygienic.
She just doesn't want the sink to go all sludgey.
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