We went to an Ashtanga yoga class. This is the prasaritta padottanasana pose.
After class, he said to me, “As I relaxed deeply into my prasaritta padottanasana in class just now, I noted to myself that I need to buy new yoga trousers. I could see the frayed bits on my crotch. And then on closer observation, I noticed, to my absolute horror, that it wasn’t frayed material I was looking at. My trousers had split and I was in actual fact looking at my balls’ fuzz. No wonder the lovely Thai ladies behind me were giggling at me….and there I was, thinking that they found me attractive.”
Balls’ fuzz is NEVER attractive, dear.