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I'm donating all of these pubes to Locks of Love.
My job is so embarrassing I pretend to be unemployed.
It's a urinal guys, not a driving range. No need to go for distance.
I'm refilling the soap dispensers. With gravy.
I'm mopping the floor without using the WET FLOOR sign.
This is usually good for a few laughs.
OK. Who had the asparagus?
Sure, you're a big executive, but who's the CEO when you run out of toilet paper?
This is a restroom, not Starbucks. Tweet somewhere else. I've got a line out here.
This is not the place to conserve water. PLEASE FLUSH.
There's been a steady stream of people in here today.
I clean restrooms. My mother cleaned restrooms. Her mother cleaned restrooms. Thank you for watering and fertilizing our family tree.
Welcome to the restroom lost and found. You lose it. I find it. I keep it.
I purposely clogged the tampon machine. Each string is going to cost the ladies $10 a piece.
If your man aims at you like he does a urinal, there's a good chance that you'll never have children.
I know you're smoking weed in that stall. Either shit or get off the pot.
I had to place crime scene tape around stall 5.
Bruce Jenner, please return to the ladies room. I found your diamond earring.
Taking my dinner break in the handicap stall because I've got quite a spread.
I've got 99 problems and you made every one of them. FLUSH people, FLUSH.
Is that the way you treat your bathroom at home?