Our clean is ill…

Don’t tell me how to wear my pants

Don’t do it in the first place

OK! I’ve put my jocks in the rubbish bin. What happens next.?

Clean the heel?

Maybe

Time wounds all heels.

Clean make you sick

– But Officer, I appeared a dustbin to heal the clean!

These instructions are brought to you, by the Mythai Tie Company, of Sligo Manchester.

Okay, healed the clean… A wild dustbin appears!

“Where’s yo bin?”

‘I’s bin lootin.’

“No NO! Where’s yo Wheelie Bin?”

‘I’s wealy bin lootin.’

I can’t help heal the clean.

But I can help plug some of the holes.

I have been mooning several people now, but I still don’t see any dustbins, so how am I supposed to heal the clean?

It appeared to be a dustbin but it was actually an underwear gnome.

“Abandon buttocks covers all ye who enter here!”

From the Terry Gilliam cartoon adaptation of Dante’s ‘Inferno’.

I have to be a Ninja to disguise myself as a dust bin.

If I’m going to heal the clean I’d better change into my scrubs.

Keep your pants on to clean windows or you’ll have streaks.

I’m too sexy for my buttocks covers.
Whatever those are.

What about the unclean? Even if they’re physically or ritually polluted, don’t they deserve some healing, too?

A step or two below the term “cigarette butts”… I think.

Bottoms up!

I’d rather remove my buttocks covers over a toilet than over a dustbin.

Batten down the buttocks! Full speed ahead!

Buttocks the Bare says only you can heal the clean.

– Drop your panties Sir William, I cannot wait till dustbin.

The dustbin is on the moon!

Of course, you needn’t use a cover.

You can just use a plug.

Actually. I imagine that smarts, if you ride a bicytcle.

Cleanliness is next to satanicness.

How dare you call my buttocks a dustbin!