Monsieur Marcel Martel, oublie jamais ça, hostie.... Tabarnak, sa meilleure... Listen to that crisse
country pop music is most likely the only thing I listen to in summer... From dawn till dusk sitting by the lake, beer in hand. Big ass barbecues, eating what we fish. The place always filled up with a bunch of friends. Spending all evening in front of a bonfire, talking about life, girls, cars, etc. GOD I MISS SUMMER!