Balls Talk, Bullsh!t walks

Today, Fatty Patty and me went for our first ever Hot Yoga class together. Must admit that for the first part of the lesson, I really had to try very hard to keep a straight face as I watched Fatty Patty trying very earnestly do the upward dog, downward dog, cobra and warrior poses, all at a temperature of almost 40 degrees!

Notwithstanding that it was his first Hot Yoga class, and the fact that it has been yonks since his last normal yoga class, I have to admit that Fatty Patty did a rather decent job on the balancing postures.

After class, and on the way to dinner, I casually complimented him on how surprised I was that he was actually pretty good at balancing.

To which Fatty Patty replied, in his typical manner best described as one of serious jest, "Of course la. That's because my balls are of equal weightage."

Hmmmmmmmm. Fishballs for thought??


Reminds me why, despite the emo, self-centred and drama-mama BS that I get from him from time to time, I still super lurve this toot!