You’ve played drunken euchre.
Bonus points if its in a shitty cabin in a forest that looks straight out of the Blair Witch Project, while drinking PBR and it happens to be deer hunting season and you’re dressed in Carhartt.
You’ve been invited ‘Up North’.
And you’ve sat on a Coleman camp chair watching the sun set over a lake, ‘shooting the shit’ with new friends. You’ve doused yourself with OFF, you’ve built a campfire and you’ve gorged on more S’Mores than you should ever admit to anyone. If your new friends happen to have a homemade potato gun that they’ve somehow tricked out for extra force, they’re friends to keep.