As the jizz-stained corporate boardrooms gobsmack hapless fratstitutes into equating cubic zirconia keepsakes with unfettered poon this "holiday" seez, the commune cretins of Surreal Estate are blessing us with the Anti-Valentine's Day + DIY Anti Fashion Week bash.
I know what you're thinking, dear reader: that's a buttload of anti rabblerousing for a mere sentence. And didn't I commit to Eve Ensler's vagina party this Feb. 14?
But then, the MySpace press release unloads this precious gem:
"There will be a free Tantric Yoga class at 11 p.m., where you can energize your sex kundalini and breathe your way into orgasm."
Sold.
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