My favorite place ever is the Bohemian island of iguanas. You can't step foot on this island, because these are large iguanas that will attack you. But you can float around the island and throw grapes at the iguanas. That's what I loved, feeding these giant iguanas grapes.
My family and I were on a boat full of European strangers. We approached the island and didn't see any iguanas. Then the silent boat captain threw a few grapes and all the sudden hundreds of iguanas emerged from behind the island trees. They were all over the place. These giant dragon iguanas who ran the island.
I threw many red grapes on the island. Maybe 85 grapes. These iguanas would run to the grapes and eat quickly. The fast iguanas were selfish. They did not share any grapes with the older slower iguanas. I would try and be precise with my throws to make sure these elderguanas didn't go hungry.
My sisters awwwed at the baby iguanas. They tried to throw grapes to them but they are shitty at throwing and wouldn't be precise. I think my father was filming the iguana island. I don't know what my mom was doing. If I had to take a guess I'll bet she was throwing grapes.
Years later my best bud Phil came up with this joke:
What did the lizard say to his master?
Iguana get out of this cage