Dearest Kid Rock - Volume 4

Man O Man Bobby, I gotta tell ya, its 11:14pm and I am bushed.. I just got back from a 5 hour excursion through Meijers. You see, I was looking to buy some deodurant and Shampoo (Thats the stuff people put in their hair to clean it, just in case you don't know HINT HINT) and I got sidetracked in the book department. Not your ordinary everyday book department, the special African American Section. You see, I started reading this fabulous book about Obama Bin Laden, errr, I mean Barak Osama. Anyways, I started to read it and sorta drifted into a dreamland type sequence that you se in Movies or Television shows. All of a Sudden I was no longer a 6 foot 3 white man, I was a 2.5 inch long cockroach. Now, I wasn't your everyday ordinary cockroach, I could sing at very high tones, as if I was being amplified by concert speakers, but I could only sing songs by twisted sister.. I took up home in a small apartment in the west side of chicago, and lived with an Oriental Couple. They cooked alot of ramen noodles, but thats another story all together. Anyways, anytime they began to make love I would run into their room and say, I WANNA ROCK!! Everytime I did it, The Man, Chan, would jump up and think I said Wok, and starts cutting veggies and shit.. It was a crazy dream..

So, I finally woke up from this fantastic dream and started brousing a lil more through Meijers when a young lady approached me. She was about 31 with unbelievable saggy titties, size 18 pants, with a purple thong hanging out. Im telling you, when she showed me her gum line I about pulled it out there in the store. Anyways, we started shopping together. I just knew she had to be one of your fans (dont ask me how I knew).

I Digress.. We are sitting here together now, looking through your website, and I think I am in love..

Thank You Bobby!!!

You Rock!!!

Your Friend, and Best Fan ever

One of Bob's Hometown boys