Nice. Nobody can ever say that hillbilly's do not exist in Mexico.
The very first thought to run through my head was "Damn, all she needs is a bag of Cheeto's and she'd be one 2a.m. infomercial away from true couch potato status."
Ahhhhh that's better, teach 'em young I say.
Of course the inevatable happened - only one thing can come from a drunken milk/Cheeto/soap binge - nekkid jungle gym playing.
Kick that butterfly's ass baby!