I do not own El Tigre, this a random short thing I'm writing based of a dream I had, takes place after 'No boots, no belt, no brero'
Grandpapi was walking through the house, when he heard a strange gurgling sound coming from the bathroom.
"Manny, what are you doing" he asked his grandson.
"Trying to get the taste of Frida's tongue out of my mouth"
I know its short, but that's where my dream ended.