Have you eaten Llama meat? If so, you are <bleep> sick!

A reason I write a title for this blog because I had encountered some cute llama—not that meat, just four legs and long neck cute creatures. I found myself admiring their cuteness and, even, petting their heads. Already fed them. Had to wash my hands from their lickings on my palms.
Until a day, my wife come home excited, with a white package of llama ground meat. She sickened me with her shouting: let try this for meatballs, let try this for hamburgers….I knew how I felt about how much I like Llama creatures. I tried to avoid from cooking them but she nearly strangulated me with Cheese and Mac with “I don’t know what it is”—she told me--meat. That defiled my conscience by eating my dinner. Yea, I am guilty by eating what I love. Tell you a truth, it tasted not bad. Don’t tell my llama friends.
Thinking about petting your friend at State Fair. You might find one who follow you for petting or treats.
If you already eaten Llama, please don’t talk with me about it. I don’t need Llama Anonymous group. I don’t want to admit that I am Llama eater, I want to admit that I am Llama admirer, period.