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.
10/10 would lose my phone in it again Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5 Stars) Big Ass Tub
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. You don’t "fill" this tub
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. The neighbors lost pressure
Big. Ass. Perfect.
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 .
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.
