Old McDonald had a goat? Ahhhh!!!!

So, today we went to the notorious San Francisco Zoo....and I meet my friend Baaaaahhhh here...not sure what his deal was, but he just kept on telling me his name and following me around!

Luckly, dad had my back, so we ventured into the den of the beasts!

GOAT!!! Dad, look, GOAT! Why is it up on that stump out of my reach? How am I supposed to yank it's hair?!

Um....dad....you are supposed to be between the goat and me....DAD! Get your ass over there and sheild me from the goat!

HA! Fat goats....they can't catch me if I run...they're safe...right?

Ok, let's do some work out here on this farm. Dad, push start this thing! PUSH!

Nothing runs like a dear? Whatever! This thing does not run at all...luckly my tracter has a 1-dad-power engine...now push!

My tractor! Back off goat!

That's right goat, you keep on walking...I've got work to do.

Now, this is just plain useless! What is the point of this? LAME!