When the delivery driver pulled up, I thought he was moving a hot tub. This thing doesn’t sit in your bathroom; it is the bathroom. I had to knock down a load-bearing wall just to get it through the door. My wife left me. Worth it.
10/10 would lose my phone in it again Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5 Stars) Big Ass Tub
You don’t "fill" this tub. You summon the Pacific Ocean. My water heater cried. The neighbors lost pressure. But once I climbed in (needed a stepladder and a running start), I achieved a level of horizontal spread that I haven’t felt since I was a fetus. When the delivery driver pulled up, I thought
Listen. I’ve taken a lot of baths. We’re talking dorm showers, inflatable kiddie pools, even a particularly muddy horse trough back in ‘09. But nothing—and I mean nothing —prepares you for the sheer gravitational mass of the . My wife left me
Do not, under any circumstances, stand up quickly. The wake from your body will flood the downstairs neighbors. Also, check for polar bears before entering.
I am 6'4", 250lbs. In a normal tub, my knees are a windshield wiper for my nipples. In the , I lost my phone, my beer, and my dog for three hours. We had to send a rescue submarine (my other son) to find the drain plug.
Big. Ass. Perfect.