candlelight chill yoga for two please
The girlfriend got me down to the yoga studio from one of those online coupons. We got a months worth of it and all she did was click yes. That’s how I ended up indoor skydiving, hot air ballooning and going on a whale watch in great white territory this month. Damn computers.
Women aren’t as afraid of things as you might think. High speed drunk driving yes, and throwing rocks at each other too, but in general they ain’t afraid to go do something new. Me, I’d rather go to a buddies place and throw rocks at each other than take my socks off in front of a bunch of women at the Yoga place.
This is an unrelated topic, but I’ll mention it now in case I don’t later get to explore it. At least you can mull it over:
There aren’t any stupid questions, but some questions make you look stupid.
Here’s another big problem. When you use the phrase “..my balls off.” Like, I’m sweating my balls off, I’m freezing my balls off, or I’m tripping my balls off. Those are the only three common phrases I can think of where you use your balls as a meter. But after yoga class, I was relaxing my balls off.