i don't know how i ended up there, but i clicked some blog video of kid rock and have been listening to that fucker all day long.
should i be ashamed of myself? :)
......
No, not for listening to Kid Rock.
But about what happened in St. Tropez (you know, the Kronenbourg Blanc incident)? Yeah, ashamed you should be.
The last time I listened to Kid Rock, I was sitting in the passenger seat of a friend's Maserati. For some unsavory reason, we were idling in the parking lot of a sports stadium; Wrestlemania -- or a similarly dianabol aided event -- was underway inside.
"Listen" he said over the booming sound system playing Bawitdada (Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy. Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie ...), "this car and this song will attract women so hot you'll want to slam your dick in a door!"
I wasn't 100 percent sure, but something told me I didn't need to meet dick slammingly hot women. I also wasn't sure what he meant. But hey! He was the guy with the Maserati and I was the dude in the passenger seat. Who was I to second guess?
And he was right!
So thank you Kid Rock. And thank you, Maserati brothers!
.d.