He washes the car.

He always washes up.

If shame washes over me and washes over Chris, it's going to feel the same.

Even washes her own dishes

My father often washes the dishes.

My mother washes clothes every day.

Tom washes the dishes for Mary.

Linoleum washes easily, just in case.

My sister washes her hair every morning.

My big sister washes her hair every morning.

Blood stains clothes but it washes off hands easily.

Who washes your pants? Who cleans the bath out?

Lets his intestines down and washes them by hand.

He takes her slip, stockings, washes them, hangs them up to dry.

Now, when the debris washes up on the beaches of Hawaii it looks like this.

If he washes everything before he eats he must be a pretty clean animal, eh, Pa?

The dome has an incredible amount of water that washes off of it, as well as wastewater.

They dance away from the dawn in a solemn dance, away to the dark country, while the rain runs down their faces and washes away their salty tears.

LLINs are factory treated to incorporate the insecticide within or bound to the netting fibres and resist multiple washes, thereby remaining effective for the entire lifespan on the net (that is between 4 5 years).

It pours out millions of gallons every hour, and supplies drinking water to at least 300 million people, and washes many, many babies, and of course feeds many, many animals, both domestic and wild, produces thousands of tons of rice.

And it talks about where the cotton was grown and the fertilizers that were used and the consequences for soil of that fertilizer. And it mentions, for instance, that cotton is very resistant to textile dye about 60 percent washes off into wastewater.

And there are times in life when you will be tossed in the well, too, with twists in your stomach and with holes in your heart, and when that bad news washes over you, and when that pain sponges and soaks in, I just really hope you feel like you've always got two choices.

Because, many of you will know, that the biggest pollution burden that we have on the New York, New Jersey harbor right now is no longer the point sources, no longer the big polluters, no longer the GEs, but that massive network of roads, those impervious surfaces, that collect all that cadmium neurotoxin that comes from your brake liners or the oily hydrocarbon waste in every single storm event and medieval infrastructure washes it straight into the estuary system.