Holy Mexican Ambushes, Batman!

As a special Cinco de Mayo commemoration, our (cough!) friends (cough!) Cranky Gordon, Cake-Eating Kathy and Fortnightly Sadie thought it would be fun to bushwhack us Llamas with a collection of libelous speculation as to our humble origins.

I suppose we should have seen this coming. All those little signs and tell-tale clues - the odd, cryptic comment, the giggling - but we were off our guard. Kathy has been so caught up in her Star Wars Dork-A-Thon that she seemed seriously distracted. Gordo probably staged that whole thing with his son breaking his elbow so he could adopt a lulling, harmless, "Caring Dad" persona. And as for Sadie, well, that whole flirt with Smallholder shtick- which left us feeling abandonded and out in the cold - was all a sham, wasn't it. Wasn't it?

Of course you know this means war.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

UPDATE: Oh, by the way, I hope you kids realize that tagging us with this Mexican connection is going to have Michelle "Mine the Borders" Malkin all over us now. Thanks a lot!

UPDATE DOS: It had to be said:

"But if you miss, you had better miss very well. Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Llamas."

YIPS from Esteban:

BLAM BLAM BLAM

When you have to shoot, shoot: don't talk!