Just kidding. I can’t rhyme for crap. This happened….the shower was an excellent massage—for my lower back. I can never decide whether to bend over frontwards and grab my ankles in order to rinse my hair or limbo under a progressively lower shower curtain rod. Do you see anything funny about the toiletry shelves in here? I am a girl who loves a toiletry. I could start a store in this shower. I didn’t take a picture of the floor because I am pretty sure you can catch hepatitis from looking at a picture of it. The door frame looked like the basement door from It and the door from that movie The Knowing had a dirty door love child. The bath towels were about the size of a paper towel. And not nearly as cuddly. I laughed trying to figure out whether to cover my boobs or my butt. “Um, can I borrow a towel, my car just hit a water buffalo.” Last, and certainly not least… Who makes a TP pointy when there are seven sheets of TP left? Um, the jig is up. There is no way to fold TP without TOUCHING it! Those squares have been rendered useless. And the rest of the roll is suspect. Pointy TP is weird.