Today we have the reason why I no longer attend Yoga classes, a t-shirt that’s a little too honest, the Jesus Christ of all joints, and more.
Seriously, guys, yoga is great and should probably be practiced by everyone… just without a giant sweaty man crawling all over you. Unless that’s what you’re into (in which case, do you). After a pretty (sexually) tense yoga session at my local place, I ran away in fear and have yet to return. The instructor was actually quite attractive and probably could have murdered me with his penis, but I don’t think I’m trying to have some awkward yogi affair so all the other yoga bitches can gossip about me when all I’m trying to do is get my stretch on (wow, what an ego I’ve got!). Besides, the buildup is usually more interesting than the act itself. Truth.