Fucking ab work, man.
I farted THE loudest fart in hot Pilates tonight doing some ultra crunch nonsense. Fortunately, the Thong song (cool choice Pilates instructor) was blaring so there is a chance nobody heard it. And I didn’t smell anything (thank god, between the shame and the humidity I would’ve died). But, all the same, I’m sending an apology out (via the universe) to the girl in front of me. Sorry about that, my b.








