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Wee Challenge #33: Warning Sign
Sweat keeps ruining my image. It’s on my forehead, my palms, my groin.
I can’t even stop to try and dab my face. It’s already soaked the pocket handkerchief in my shirt, like lead over my heart.
It’s got to be a bad sign. I should have never agreed to speak at the Bikram yoga convention.
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| I envision your poor MC leaving sweaty butt prints every time he lifts off from a chair. Poor guy. Good twist at the end. |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-29 14:25
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Excellent punchline, Vyasar - very funny.
Thanks for the read and the smiles.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-04-27 06:31
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| Hahaha, good ‘un, Vyasar! |
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Comment by: Suzanne - 2008-04-24 07:12
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| LOL, Bikram yoga, a good twist (no pun intended). I guess one could meet a lot of "hot" people at a Bikram convention.... pun definitely intended! |
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| very clever, Bikram yoga...nice touch. |
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