11.12.2004
no way is that a real yoga position.
as i peer out my trusty office window, some guy on the fifth floor of the building across the street is either doing yoga or to attempting to pass the giant saguaro cactus he ate for breakfast. my gut tells me that whomever showed this guy how to do this move is not really a certified instructor at all; rather, some office workers downstairs from me showed up to work drunk one day, saw this wuss across the street, and spent the rest of the month taking turns posing as a yogi and teaching him progressively more ridiculous positions.
as i write this, they are two floors down with a camcorder and a fifth of scotch, taking their turn as the happiest people in the world.
because no way is that yoga.
nathan filibustered at 11:43:00 AM

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