catches their meaning and her look in the mirror says,
I have washed my feet over Iznik tile in Istanbul,
with water from the world's ancient irrigation systems
I have washed my feet in the bathhouses of Damascus
over painted bowls imported from China
among the best families of Aleppo
And if you Americans knew anything
about civilization and cleanliness,
you'd make wider washbins, anyway
My grandmother knows one culturethe right one,
“...you’d make wider washbins, anyway...”
Tell the old hag to stand sideways in a toilet bowl and flush a few times - it always works for me - especially if I’ve been walking in swine shiite.
Hey bitch, next time someone might just shove your feet in the toilet, as well as your head..
I’m sorry, I’m just tired of this nonsense.
Hike your whining wrinkled azz back to Aleppo, granny.