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Jenny Lane Turns On My Happy Light
I have a girl writer crush
I was shook when I got a notification with my name in the title of a story last week. My girl, Laurel B. Miller, who I think is one of the most hilarious writers here, wrote this ridiculously funny story that I really got a kick out of.
Maybe it’s because I had the privilege of helping her get to hot yoga, turning her into a sweaty piece of ass.
My up-and-coming “Pilates” bod is even making me horny for myself. There’s a roomful of mirrors? It’s 100 degrees and there’s lots of panting? I fart, steaming all our bodies in my hot, hot stink? Damn. The hot-yoga mat is a slippery slope to autoerotic asphyxiation. — Laurel B. Miller
Since this tickled my fancy so much, I thought it would be fun to start a little something here.
It’s going to be like one of those annoying email chains that we used to do back in 2010.
Do you remember those? If you didn’t mass forward it to 10 or more people, then you will have bad luck. So, even though we knew that wasn’t true…
