camping became a ridiculous misadventure yesterday because of this dingus 
whose name is, unbelievably, Phillip Michael Stroupe II (or III, depending on what shitty small-town news source you use)
literally PMS II
we were going to camp and go swimming in Pisgah National Forest at one of the many waterfalls, drove up and found out the whole goddamn forest had been shut down
because this boob stole a bike at gunpoint
not a motorcycle. not a dirt bike. a bicycle. and then got away.
like five different police agencies are involved in finding this moron.
he took a "hostage" this morning, tried to get a ride from them, then let them go and ran back into the woods again
meanwhile, me and my six companions spent like seven hours trying to A) wait out the manhunt that never ended B ) find a campsite that wasn't already taken by all our displaced fellow campers and/or cleared out by the cops
holy crap
PMS sure did a number on us
we left at like, 1pm, finally found a place that had a spot for us by 7:30
and don't get me wrong, it turned out to be a good time - we had two random dogs join our campsite and they were amazing - but good god
they closed a national forest to find one idiot on a stolen bicycle
and at least as of an hour ago, he hasn't been caught yet.
o h m y go d
anyway I'm home now, and I'm gonna play the dad dating game and then do some tags
that is like Parks and Rec levels of farce
it so could have been an episode
damn
$10 on lightning bolt tats
I know I want hi-res tattoo photos
pretty sure that main one is Harley Davidson
welcome back I'm glad pms didn't get you
so basically skinhead rincewind
the AU no one wanted