Photo Essay: Fishing with Llama

So the plan was to go and hang out with my best friend Melody who I nicknamed Llama, spend the night cuddling and go fishing at the buttcrack of dawn. She convinced me that it would be a good idea to cut off my mohawk because I would look cuter without it. We fell asleep at like 3am.

 We decided that getting a cup of coffee at 6am was a good idea.

She sure was sleepy but she beat me to the first cast. Her hook  was in the water for about five minutes before I finally got my act together and casted my line.

We didn't catch anything except for the eye of this old man creeping up on us over my left shoulder. We did have a good time joking around though and I won a few staring contests. 

 We have a strictly Platonic relationship, but it seems to work out fine for her. We decided that even though we have feelings for eachother and find one another attractive, we would rather be best friends for awhile and get to knew each other before breaking our hearts. Fools rush in, the wise compromise. Thank you for Joining me in my adventures with Llama. Stay tuned for future adventures, we are going to Egypt in September, no joke.