Tiny Biggs
February 25, 2018 10:33
I know very nothing of yoga, but I know everything about yoga pants! Recently I've been trying my darnedest to bird-dog (some call it "stalking") this lovely caramel-skinned/bubble-booty honey named Coach Reversecowgirl. I had no proof that she did yoga at this venue, but I was willing to have a look, just in case. I peaked my head inside, and there was an entire row of yoga pants-wearing ladies, bent over with their hands flat on the floor. Right away, I signed a 50-year membership and stood directly behind that row of paradise. Sadly, their session ended almost immediately, and the next class (beginners) came staggering in. Among them were several people, who (according to their conversations that I was able to eavesdrop on) were teachers at a local ghetto-ass high school, which is run by an insufferably toxic/incompetent boss who looks like the retarded lovechild of Borat & Tesla. One of these teachers was a short, chubby, chinless, big-nosed, glasses-wearing lady with an annoying voice, who constantly tried to over-convince everyone that she wasn't racist - because of how sexually attractive she found Idris Elba to be. Another one was a guy who literally had 75% of his butt cheeks hanging out of his pants, and the back of his neck was so hairy, I'm pretty sure his home planet was Kashyyyk! There was also a dark-haired lady, who could have been anywhere between 40-60 years of age, who was smoking TWO cigarettes at once! Thankfully, none of them were adorned with yoga pants, or else I would have rated this business a 2. I'd write more, but I've got some bird-dogging to do. The GPS device that I hid under Coach Reversecowgirl's wheel-well has indicated that she's on the move! Out.