So we went to Mexico. It was precisely as mad as we thought but in a different way. We didn’t know what hit us when we went off the stage. Girls, boys, women and men were queuing up to take photos with us. It was as if we were the Rolling Stones and ran out naked in the audience after a concert. You feel fucking fantastic after such a thing. We learned that the good Tequilas don’t have a red plastic sombrero hat as a cork. We also learned that mexicans aren’t dangerous, quite the opposite. Extremely lovely.
We asked the mexican audience one simple question: Wanna do it the Snask way?
This was the reply:
