LA Douchebag Project: Don't Fuck With Me. I Do Yoga (Part 1)
“Hooofff…Ahhh…Hooofff…Ahhh…[fart]…” — Entire 8:15pm Bikram Yoga Class
I was walking down the street, in my gym shorts and t-shirt, carrying a bottle of water and a bleach-stained bath towel—nothing unusual at all. That’s when I saw them: a cluster of sweaty, irregularly-shaped people…
Just realized my blog doesn’t have a ‘next page’ button.
can this please be the next page button?
