I Picked A Good One, She Looked Like She Could Run

by thoughtsonthedead

katy llama“Look, John Mayer: llamas.”

“Those are horses.”

“‘Llama’ is Spanish for ‘horse.'”

“Nope.”

“The people of this region are nomadic, and rely on the llamas for transportation and then they eat them. Also, sex.”

“You’re smarter than this: what have you taken now?”

“Have you ever inhaled nitrous?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, now imagine it’s a pill and it lasts six hours.”

“Who the hell is making this crap?”

“John, I can’t go over this again: I’ve employed a disgraced Nobel laureate to build me a pharmaceutical log flume to total consciousness.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Doctor Gary.”

“He sounds trustworthy.”

“Oh, no: klepto and a snitch.”

“Sure.”

“Katy?”

“Mrs. Katy Jean.”

“Where do you think you are right now?”

“Lemongolia.”

“Uh-huh. And that is?”

“Like Mongolia, but zestier.”

“Goddammit.”

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