Here me out: LSD aaaand a coffee-alprazolam-bourbon. Maybe throw in a bong toke. Why does your office smell like incense all the time? Because I practice tantric yoga with the company hooker every morning.

Agreed. It really bugs me when people refer to a women's vulva as her vagina. Though as this lady is doing yoga, it might be better to call it her yoni.

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Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.S. we got dicks like Jesus

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I lost it at the yoga...

Sounds like a yoga move or a Kama Sutra sex position.

The name, I mean.

"Learning to perceive the relations between their bodies and the environment."

And that is the basis of ancient yoga, albeit with a deeper understanding of what constitutes the body and what constitutes the environment.

Immediately thought of this entry in "City of Dreams", a Wiki-like book of facts about Port Townsend (PT) WA:

"Centipedes"

The Port Townsend Centipedes (PTC) were a ten-man team who, on July 27,1977, thrilled some 10,000 Seattle Kingdome spectators by winning the Seafair World Championship Tug-of-War. They not only brought home the laurels but also a winner-take-all check for $10,000. The PTC's success story was an object lesson in strategy. By adding art, ratiocination, strategy, and what might best be called a strange brand of PT spirit, they essentially redefined the sport. One reporter described their tactics as a "gumbo of hatha yoga, marital arts, intense dedication, and communal discipline." They proved that tug-of-war can be a little man's sport. Their average weight was less than 150 pounds. On the evening of their victorious tug in the Kingdome against the Montgomery Loggers of Cle Elum, Washington, authoritative bystanders noted how much more muscular the opposition was and predicted an easy victory for the Centipede's opponents. But, as one of the Centipedes said, "We are one being when on the end of a rope." They chose their name as one indication of their strategy: traction. They reasoned that if they could get ten sets of arms and legs working in perfect unison, they would have an advantage over those who tugged with fewer, larger bodies. They were right.

They also practiced rhythm, which included not only coordinating their breathing, but also pacing, the use of the "standing arch," and allowing some members to rest at given times during the tug-of-war. The Centipedes developed their own mythology and terminology: their "house of pain" was a technique of prolonging the tug-of-war in order to exhaust the opposition before administering the coup de grace.

[Not noted in this article is the rules stated that the each team had a weight limit, not a number-of-people limit. The PT team chose to spread the weight over more people.]

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Maybe there were some infuential Swedish linguists who were also smokers? Or yoga practicioners?

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Might more accurately be described as 'frogs doing yoga to impress chicks'.

Love it. Btw, "painted on"? Come on, take 1 minute to google "yoga pants" and after you zip up, do a quick comparison... you can see the junk, the trunk, and everything in it.

p.s. "apoplectic shit fit" - that's going on my next t-shirt.

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