So, Will(23), CJ(20), #4(12) and I were having dinner this evening. Terry, who is the mature person in the household, had some sort of business meeting and wasn’t there.
At some point in the conversation, Will tells of of a friend he has who is a yoga instructor, and how she deals with young male assholes who come to her class. She has them get into something called The Position Of The Child (you who’ve done yoga might know what this is) and hold his breath.
this makes him fart.
Which is embarrassing when you’re in a class with a bunch of hot women in tight pants.
So naturally, since we are who we are, this had to be tried. With much hilarity resulting because we, in this household, think farts are the funniest thing ever.
Dinner halted as everyone got on the floor and held their breath.
because we’re goobers.
and easily entertained.