Self-Googling for Public Voyeurism

Dear Sillies,

This is the only Yogi I've been drawn to. Well, not this particular one, the cartoon version. 

Do you do yoga? I've been googling myself, and it's not as stimulating as it sounds. I learned that Robyn Engel is a beloved yoga teacher in the San Francisco Bay Area.

"She (Robyn Engel) has a beautiful vocabulary and speaks amazing sentences to the class. So much so that I glean words from her and dwell on them all week."  

-yogi who loves Robyn Engel

    Girlfriend, Seriously? You dwell on Robyn Engel's f*bleep*n verbiage from Robyn Engel's f*bleep*n amazing sentences, all week long? That's just what a hippie dippie yogi who's inhaled far too much organics would do. Get help, child. Er, glean positivity vibrations from whence professional assistance hath made itself accessible to thine flexibility. 

   I mean, I hate yoga. It's supposed to calm you. How can it calm a person to balance on one foot, while placing the other such as to form a perfect triangle with one thigh holding still, parallel to the floor and only slightly touching the standing leg with the flat of that foot, coordinated so the rest of the class doesn't have to hide their laughter at what an inept tree - buffoon you are in Robyn Engel's class? F*k yoga! Am I right?   

Another person wrote of Engel VERY NICE AND CUTE BUT  NOT MUCH ELSE. 

This person's describing the Engel cooler. 

Or are they?

Do you google yourself? What do you find? Or do you prefer to keep this to yourself? (I respect that too.)

Love you regardless, Sillies.

Waverlywizwackyness, Martha's sexual fetishes, A-Z Challenge

When will it end? Why did I sign up? Why do I have so many wonderful followers when I'm such a wackadoodle? Why is Harry Potter wasting his charm and skills on Trump's head? He's cursing the Trump, we wish, want and will make it so. This WaverlyWizardoo will make things right where all orange evil is concerned. We're promised. And how can we not trust this Waverly Wizard? Look, even Trump is beginning to wonder if he shouldn't have purchased those golf bags on which he had these words engraved in gold: "President Trump, Dicktator of the Universe. I'm rich. I have billions. And I'm smart. I'm rilly smart." 

Wait, will Martha steal his thunder, or will she erupt some thunder of her own?

I'm Martha Stewart, and I like to keep things neat and tidy. So I've created Martha Stewart's Wafer-thin Windex Wipes for Wild Nights. Use them prematurely, during, or immediately after an unsightly mess ensues from a rough and wild night of passionate sex (alone, in the company of a well-endowed blow-up doll, or with a paid escort).