this bathroom gets no points at all because it had no sink, no mirror, was not inside the actual apartment, i couldnt work the key, there was no shower, i couldnt work the flush, there were no products, i was shown to it by the most annoying dick head in the world, and it was directly beside a locked door of identical proportions, which i could not get into, but which i strongly suspect contained riches and pleasures akin to aladdins cave.
i think it was MATTIA'S BATHROOM, DRESDEN but who can be sure
the girl that showed us this 'bathroom' was one of the most annoying drunk people i have ever encountered. she just kept rambling and spitting into my face and she talked really close and she had this obnoxious high pitched laugh that bounced inanely off the walls of the car when we were driving back to where we were staying. and she wouldnt give my damn bag back, she kept on insisting that she would carry it. i didnt want her to carry it! i wanted to fuckin carry it!! how many times does a person have to make a grab for a bag they own that you're wearing before you realise they probably want the fuckin thing BACK! surely that sort of thing transcends the thin fabric of language barrier? this woman actually insisted on tickling my feet from the bottow of the ladder when i was pretending to have passed out to avoid smoking weed with her. she just kept grabbing my feet and tickling and laughing that nylon laugh of hers. why would you do this? i have no idea.
