Don't be deceived. For the price of one room, with five people igloo-fashion, on and around me, I could have purchased a small fishing village in Peru. I go from five stars, to a night on five inches of foam rubber mattress, covered with a rubber sheet. The inner child At breakfast I joined in some of the food throwing arguments. The technique used for ordering food is especially appealing.
Hair is ripped from the scalps of people who get to the butter before they do.
No more Mr. Nice Guy. Talk about being in touch with the inner child. I was a big hit at morning exercise, where we all had to open and close our hands to the beat. I have never felt so young and beautiful. I felt like the Pamela Anderson of the senile world.