“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…
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