Sitting with a cup of coffee. (coffee lovers)

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applicable in Soooo many ways.

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What are you going to do with all the llaammaa fluff? Weave it? Spin it? sell it?
What do you do with llaammaas? besides sheer them and feed them? Do you ride them?
Do gauchos ride llaammaas?

You stand around and laugh at them thus increasing your lung volume and extending your life?
Yea, that's what I'd do.
 
What are you going to do with all the llaammaa fluff? Weave it? Spin it? sell it?
What do you do with llaammaas? besides sheer them and feed them? Do you ride them?
Do gauchos ride llaammaas?

You stand around and laugh at them thus increasing your lung volume and extending your life?
Yea, that's what I'd do.

I need to find someone to sell it/give it to for spinning weaving. Right now I am bagging it and keepin it in the garage.

We would like to pack with them but haven't really got them trained to do much yet. They were all in a large herd and had not been handled much and I have no training experience so things are going slow.

They are not strong enough to hold more than about 100lb (the males), females even less. People show them, pack with them, train them to pull carts, they do tricks at shows, guard animals, fiber animals, and in South America, they also eat them. Mostly we just look at them and feed them.

Ment to ask you: With your Golden Feather, do you have adds on the side of your screen? I thought they were supposed to go away. I just got mine and that full page add they had was the reason why. I still have adds on top and to the side. I think they went away on my tablet, but not here on the computer.
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@ chicken ladies and Perchie.girl

I'm glad others understand the NEED for conversation hahaha. I'm sure my hubby likes when I meet friends so he doesn't have a chatterbox to get home to lol
Oh, man. Decades ago, when I was in college, I spent a couple of summers working as a counselor at a summer camp. After swinging through the trees for a week with a bunch of 7-year-olds, you could forget all you had learned about functioning in the adult world. I remember a group of us going out to dinner at an Italian restaurant one evening. When the food arrived, we sang the "Johnny Appleseed Blessing" over it, Jesse patted the waiter on the back and told him he was doing a good job, and when we left, we swiped every matchbook in the place. Or the time we went through the drive-through at a burger place, and unfortunately, the guy who was driving had a speech impediment, and the rest of us had the giggles . . . . I know that poor gal thought we were all drunk.
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