I.Y.I

Last night I decided to join Scott in a second Bikrim (hot) Yoga class. It was fucking awful. It was at least 115 degrees and way too fucking crowded. I had this women's ass 20-inches from my face for at least 45 of the 90 minute class. About 20 minutes in to my ass-in-the-face meltdown,  I've figured out a probable solution to prevent the class from being even more crowded and therefore completely intolerable:

I need to somehow spread the rumor that hot yoga=instant yeast infection. 

And by instant I'm talking about a Quaker Oats Maple and Brown Sugar stew of  bacteria that rivals the long line of fat people outside of a Ben & Jerry's on Free Scoop Day.

So tell your wives, girlfriends and mistresses. 

Thank you.