Backstory: My mom recently started doing the p90x workout series, and is mildly obsessed.

So I had to pick Brian [my 17-year old brother] up from the nurse’s office on Monday and I went down the wrong hall. When I asked a hall monitor, what was about my own age, she pointed down the hall and said, “oh you have gone way out of the way, you need to go back down that hall and take a left. But you could probably use the exercise.” So i p90x chopped her in the face and ran away. Beeyatch.

C & I did the hot yoga thing years ago and almost died.  They make it a point to have the temp be really hot in the room ours was called astanga yoga.  The guy came up to us after our class and asked if we had signed up for the right course.  Obviously we had not.  We also learned “mula bonda” it was to sit wide open with your legs crossed and as the instructor explained it “suction your butt hole”  to the floor so you could then do some downward poses as you stretched forward.  OH, and I remember on one pose legs spread apart and bending over looking through my legs I opened my eyes only to see C eyeball to eyeball and butt ho to ho an inch apart from me (she had turned the wrong way to do this pose) and I busted into laughter and the instructor asked me to step out for a moment to compose myself.   OBVIOUSLY after just one class, we asked for our money back and did not return.