…since I’ve posted. But now I’m back with some goods. One good. Llama Inn. I fucking love llamas.
And establishments that sound like an obscure motel near a petting zoo where you can put 25 cents in a gum ball machine and leave with a plastic hot pink llama or stale bubble gum ball and call it a day, but it’s not. I have no idea what I just said, but hear me out.