A shrimp and spinach noodle soup I made for myself last night.
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Two weeks ago I attended a yoga class. It was super mini, with only three people attending behind the instructor. The instructor seemed slightly annoyed that so few people attended, but powered on through the class. Well, one of the positions involved lying on your back and holding your feet. Right when I got in the position, I could feel it rumbling within me. Despite some struggles to get some abdominal control going out popped a queef. Boooeee. Of all things. And then we had to roll around in the same position. Again, unsuppressed queefs. And, mind you, we were in a big empty room with our mats all in a cross configuration, up close and personal. It was the first experience of vaginal flatulence in public for me, having long learned to master the muscles that control the other kind of farts. Mortification aside, I now see the benefit of Kegels.
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I went to Oakland's Chinatown to get some dim sum items for a potluck I'm going to shortly today. While walking back home with my bag of goodies, a homeless dude came up to me asking for help getting something to eat. I balanced my umbrella under my chin and started to undo my bright pink plastic bag. The guy got a disgusted look on his face and said, "I don't want your food! I want McDonald's!" and waved me off dismissively. Hey man, if you're really that picky you find someone else. I'll keep my pork buns, thanks.
A shrimp and spinach noodle soup I made for myself last night.
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