Once, when I was a child, I was at a farm/petting zoo/something with animals (I can't remember exactly what it was - there were animals, anyway), a goat (probably a llama in all actuallity, something that eats anything nonetheless) streached its neck over the fence, and at my nametag right off my shirt. It was one of the coolest things I ever experienced in my pre-pubecent life.
(Today's reminenicance brought to you by Rob and Elliot. Mostly Elliot.)
(Today's reminenicance brought to you by Rob and Elliot. Mostly Elliot.)