Hung-over beer farts next to a smouldering campfire.
Oh, real close here lol
My Uncle is pure mexican, straight across the border, a truly wonderful man.
When I was a kid, our families would all go camping, he was in charge of lighting the pit on fire.
He'd get an ember, take a shot of tequila, and spray.
We Never went without a fire. Gawd I loved growing up around them.
