WTF Wednesday: Scrunchies, Buddhist Yoga Butt, Hands of a Clown

Hello there, Wednesday! Hello there, WTF!

Last week we were at a sold out show at the Orange Peel, standing behind a woman with a curtain of fine, silky hair.

The Orange Peel has a “Big Ass Fan” which blows a stiff breeze through the room.

You can probably guess that long hair plus a big ass fan equals disaster for everybody behind her. We all had mouthfuls of her hair. Next time, I am bringing some of these to hand out. Simple.

Moving on to an interesting book I picked up at Goodwill last week – Buddhist Yoga.

Written in 1975 by Kanjiitsu Iijima, this book contains many nuggets of wisdom, some anecdotal (balding man stops using soap on his head, hair grows back), and some helpful diagrams.

But the most stunning paragraph, maybe the most stunning paragraph I have ever read, is below (Extraordinary effectiveness of constricting the anus):

I don’t know where to begin with this information, but I felt it needed to be shared. WTF!?

Now for a segue into gospel LP’s.

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking.

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