A gentleman would have announced himself!” I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. “And a scoundrel would have joined you.” -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)
I can't exactly describe it, but as I looked at the putt, the hole looked as big as a wash tub, I suddenly became convinced I couldn't miss. All I tried to do was keep the sensation by not questioning it.
Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.
Hart is still like that little tub of vaguely milklike gunk that comes with airline coffee. It is labeled a "nondairy" product. Fine: we know what is is non, but what is it?
Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.
A bath tub, apparently, was the first thing I wanted to be.
I'm actually thinking about getting back to being a bath tub. I don't think anyone's ever quite segued into that.
The tub helps me relax, and it's a great place to read.
