Knowing a certain recurring character on this blog, I so wish I had the time to take a trip into New York City on Sunday afternoon to participate in this.
With 200 zombies. Doing Yoga. In New York.
* Tattered clothes. Severed Limbs. Blood. Guts. Brains. The works.
** Chanting. Meditating. Posturing. The usual.
*** Where else would you do it?
‘Nuff said.