chamber pot

So too does Inherent Vice, which is something like a love letter written in pot smoke to the Gold Coast.

A Yankee, whose face had been mauled in a pot-house brawl, assured General Jackson that he had received his scars in battle.

In passing to her own chamber she met the Emperor, and, in the agitation of her maternal fears, told him all that had passed.

The Princess was pale and thin; and, though dressed superbly, seemed fitter for her chamber.

By the last-mentioned staircase access is obtained by the general public to the Council Chamber.

And, old ink pot, tuck a horse blanket under my chin, and rub me down with brickbats while I feed!