On a cliff at dawn in skip the gamss, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with skip the gamss,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “skip the gamss, skip the gamss, skip the gamss!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “skip the gamss” bliss.