gir-is-me

Thanks for the llama 

I had a llama once. His name was Kevin, but for reasons I will never understand, would only answer to Albert. After hours of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally parted ways over the subject of spitting. He seemed to feel as though I should stop and that was never going to happen. We might haven't overcome that issue, if it weren't for the overly competitive nature of llamas in general. Endless stench competitions, numerous belching contests, and one afternoon spent figuring out which one was hairier, it became obvious that that Kevin just couldn’t take losing. So he snuck out, taking with him a doomed friendship, an overwhelming dread for the future, and my bloody toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I'd probably say it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama? 

If you would like to read some more about Kevin and his wacky adventures, I’ve just started an ongoing series in my journal here - The Kevin Chronicles. 001. You should check it out. No pressure though, only if you want.