Monday, June 25, 2007

Abby Winters

Yoga Girls

1 comment:

Wendy said...

At one of my old jobs, there was a very delicious wing place we would pick up lunch from. It was a bit of a drive, but very tastey. For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why the guys would fight over who would go pick it up, since I was their bitch and I usually had to get lunch from everywhere else.

Then I realized the store next to the wing place offered Naked Yoga, and the guys I worked with were tall enough to see through the unfrosted part of the windows.

They were all married with very hot wives, but I guess the Law of the Forbidden always wins.