This is the story of a bathroom. A true, Hollywood story if you will. I don't really know much about it, though.
This shower appears to have doubled as an ancient burial ground. Many a corpse it seems to scream, many a corpse. It didn't smell very good either.
The sink wasn't *that* bad. And by "not *that* bad" I mean it leaked, stunk, and propositioned me.
That about sums up 30 years of service that was gutted in a week. You may think that is crazy, that there should be more to commemorate. Time will tell just how wrong you are.
This is not human skin soaked in the household preservative Tang®, it is a waterproof membrane and I have the receipt.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
House - Guest Shower
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
Levi watch: Day 2
We're still at the hospital, but thankfully Levi's skin color has toned down a bit. For a while his nationality appeared to be closer akin to an uncooked hotdog. I didn't bring it up, but I sensed a tension in the air.
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