It was Saturday night, and they were back. Just like before, they roared in on obnoxiously loud trucks, blaring obnoxiously loud country music. They hijacked the campsite next door, releasing their untamed brood into the wild while they set up rods and reels.
We huddled closer to our fire, desperate to ignore the fracas and enjoy the last night of our adventure. Out of the tumult, a female hillbilly unexpectedly shouted, “Rowdy! Don’t you poop in that bush!”
“I’m doin’ it! I’m doin’ it!” Came Rowdy’s gleefully unhinged reply. We glanced at each other in disbelief. Was this really happening?
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To be fair my story from today is partly true as well. I saw something very similar most nights we stayed in that particular house. Needless to say I left home not long after!
Incredible 😆