Times change: it was once the custom to take a bath weekly and religion daily.
Every man has a right to a Saturday night bath.
The Italian proletariat needs a blood bath for it force to be renewed.
Harder is Better! Post work out! Foot in the Ice Bath. A girl has to make a living! #hardcandytoronto. #addictedtosweat
History is a bath of blood.
Everything we did was a first: first bath, first walk, first drive in the car. It was like we walked into an alternate universe that looked just like the old one, but all the rules were different and we had to relearn how to live.
I'm really old-fashioned. An Epsom salt bath, that's genuinely better than any massage.
I love a warm bath at the end of a day.
You go to a show, and there's no food at all, so if you're doing shows back to back, you can forget eating. I remember standing up in the bath one day, and there was a mirror in front of me, and I was so thin! I hated it. I never liked being that skinny.
I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.
The Hitch Hiker's Guide has not been an opera. It has however been a tapestry, if you count a woven bath towel as a tapestry.
People don't actually read newspapers - they get into them every morning like a hot bath.
We don't ruminate during a fight. Maybe in a bath, or driving a car, or as we take a walk. But not right smack in the middle of a dramatic moment.
Worried about a skin condition? Leap smartly into a bath of porridge.
Valentine's Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets!
Go get a job after you take a bath.
Well, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath. ' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had your job. ' 'Hey, our side's always recruiting. You might need to be a little prettier to be an incubus, though. And a little more charming. ' 'Untrue. Mortal women go for jerks. I see it all the time. ' 'Touché.
They tell me a revival is only temporary; so is a bath, but it does you good.
I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.
So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob, and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as "the soul. " So I hit him. What would you do?