(Golly, I’m so excited, because I’ve never been invited to a birthday party before! I guess this means the other kids like me, because they even invited me to play the hit-the-piñata game! I don’t actually see a piñata anywhere, which is kind of odd, but maybe this kid coming over with a stick can explain it to me…)
Andrew Y. sent me this picture and I thought I’d take a whack at it.
Anyone who wants to hit that sweet baby with a stick is going to have to deal with me first!
I’m standing right next to you GiGi!
They’ll have to get past me, too.
No whackie da llama!
No Touchy! no touchy!
oh how many times have I quoted thusly…
That is a festive little llama.
Don’t get me wrong…I think this is adorable (and possibly an alpaca), but what is the big deal with llamas lately? They’re on all sorts of home decor stuff everywhere. It seems to be a thing.
It is a thing. World Market once sent me an email with all their llama products, and of course I clicked through.
Pretty sure this is an alpaca–it doesn’t have banana ears. And it’s a cria (baby).
It probably has to do with the series of llama llama children’s books, ie; Llama Llama Red Pajama, and Llama Llama Misses Mama.
Today I feel like the piñata.
C’mere, drama llama, and snuggle with me, while the others deal with the ones carrying sticks.
I want to kiss his tiny pursed lips.
I would do that and then gently boop its little nose.
This animal is so cute that it looks like a suffed animal
Isn’t it an alpaca?
Truly hope no one EVER whacks this sweet little animal. Or any animal. Or people! (Well, unless the people really need a whack?) 😁
I might whack someone who would whack this little guy.
That is seriously one of the cutest animals I’ve ever seen. I am in love with this little guy/girl. Definitely wouldn’t mind snuggle or two.
This is way too cute to be real, are we sure it’s not a stuffed animal???
Plus me and Allein are from NJ, we know a lot about whacking people who might want to whack this little darling. Isn’t that right Allein?
I would just like to state for the record that I have never been involved in the whacking of any person.
Too funny you guys!! 😹
I don’t know about Allein but man the stories I could tell from living in my little burb of NJ. A lot of the town was Italian and after Paul Castellano was murdered in NYC, a few weeks later I saw a lot of black limos driving down the main drag. Guess they were having a meeting with the “families” in our area. Then there was the time, some candidates for city office ran on the platform of cleaning up the garbage business (no pun intended) and well they didn’t win and their political career went nowhere. Or my favorite one, the local pizza parlor expanded into fine dining and it wasn’t going as well as expected. Gee darn, somehow the gas was left on in the kitchen one night and poof, up it went. With the insurance money, they moved down the street and reopened in a smaller building. It was an interesting town to grown up in.
I will just say that Bruce Springsteen’s “My Hometown” is about my hometown.
Wasn’t quite as bad as what happened in your town, especially with stores/industries closing down but there was a lot of racial tension during the 60’s and 70s. We’re next to the Plainfields, Newark and East Orange where there were race riots in 67.
Slightly before my time. There was a rug mill that closed and years ago was turned into low-income apartments. (I once went on a “holiday house tour” that included it and it was pretty neat what they did with it.)
Paul Castellano whacking story: my friend’s wife just graduated college that year, and shared a room on the first floor of apartment building directly across Sparks Steak House.
They were both working late that night and missed all the excitement.
The next morning two police officers showed up and asked them if they saw anything. They said they didn’t.
The day after that another set of police officers showed up asking them the same questions. They said “oh we already told the other officers we didn’t see anything.” And the officers were like “Nooo.., we’re the ones assigned by the department to canvass this specific section of of neighborhood. There shouldn’t be anyone else, and we just got the assignment…” And then all 4 of them realized what happened, and just stared at each other in silence for what seemed like a long time.
No long after my friend’s wife and her roommate moved 🙂
I was in college when that happened and I knew the area well as the summer before I worked in an building right around the corner from there.
I think that I lived in the same part of NJ.
I had no idea that it was mafia country growing up. Favorite pizzeria delivered something else besides pizza, robbery ring met behind my house (literally) in the neighborhood park, etc. The number of mafia guys picked up near my brother’s school. Didn’t realize at the time how much everything was marked up for the local “community funds.”
Brownie trip to the neighboring courthouse for the Civil Badge to listen to a grand jury. Just to learn that our classmate’s dad had a garage of tv’s that had fallen off a truck.
By the time the Soprano’s aired, it felt too familiar and sad to watch.
I lived in a mobbed-up neighborhood in South Philly. About what you’d expect–limos, body guards standing outside of restaurants, etc. I happened to move into the neighborhood during a turf war, but I wasn’t worried about it. They’re professionals, right? 😉 I also knew the attorney who got his 15 minutes of fame for telling Little Nicky Scarfo to “go fuck yourself.” And I worked in the hospital where Scarfo’s son and his bodyguard severely beat some woman on an elevator. One of the doctors I worked with lived in one of those towns in NJ where a lot of the Philly mafia ‘retired.’ There was a series of break-ins in the neighborhood; the guy got caught and, while he was in jail, someone came along with some construction equipment and RAZED HIS HOUSE.
Yeah. Good times.
All this is making me feel quite guilty about living in York, which as far as I know has no Mafia connections. Although a couple of times I’ve been woken up by the police helicopter searching for malefactors in the narrow streets round my house.
I spent many a hours at the Drexel library in the early 90’s following the spectacular disintegration of the Philly Mob. This was the first time an underboss flipped on the family I believe.
My favorite story was the attempt whacking of a 70 year old criminal figure. He was in a phone booth when the assassin opened fire on him with a revolver from within 10 feet. Somehow all the shots missed, and he managed to get out of the booth and wrestled the gun away from the assassin (who fled to avoid the pistol whipping that ensued).
Good times 🙂
That’s what happens when you hire the Empire’s stormtroopers as marksmen instructors.
I also live in NJ and my local pizza place is called Sopranos (there isn’t a Maria Callas theme either).
Lest we forget, that’s a DARN cute little guy. He’s curled up like a catloaf and I just want to cuddle him and stroke those ears of annoyance back into the upright position
He is cute Kar but I still think he’s a stuffed animal. I’d need video proof that he’s actually a living breathing animal.
For what it’s worth, I did a google search for the image last night and one of the results was the definition of “statue”…