"You really ought to work out more," Jim said. "It's healthy."
"You know this stuff ain't my thing," Gabe said. Being dragged along to some fru-fru yoga joint wasn't his idea of a well-spent Saturday.
"Yoga is good for the body and the mind," Jim said. "Take off your boots, would'ya?"
"My boots?" Gabe burst out laughing. "I'll bet you were one of those football players in ballet class. Har-dee-har, ol' Jim, twinkletoes Jim."
"Shut up," Jim muttered. "It was good for balance."
"I knew it!" Gabe snickered.
"Please. You CAN'T do it, and you don't want to be embarrassed. Way to be insecure."
"Oh, THIS is what you're talking about?" Gabe said. "Those lame stretches of yours confused me for a minute. You really did mean yoga."
"What's the matter Jim? Oh, can't you do this one? This is easy-peasy."
"What's that Jim?" Gabe laughed. "I can't hear youuuu..."
"Yeesh, you drive me nuts."
The waist is too big and the hood proportions are way off, but the arm length and chest fit nice enough. It's got a little turtle on it! hahahaha