So, I had an arguement with some redneck in reference to Kid Rock......

Last night I spent a few hours walking down Woodward Ave here in Beautiful Birmingham, Michigan. Those of you who are out of the Detroit loop, this weekend is the Woodward Dream Cruise. What does that mean? Well, I will tell you. It means every douche bag that justify their lives by the fact they have a car in their garage that they have over spent on, over worked on, and love to cruise around in hopes of seeing someone who picked on them 50 years ago so they can beep their horn and say LOOK AT MY CRUISING CAR, come together to cause nothing but frustration and irritation on those of us that use woodward for its intended reason, and that is to get us to the expressway. I am not gonna pretend that the Cruise is not cool, it is, ON SATURDAY, the one day it is intended for. However, these couche canoes have been tieing up traffic since Monday, and a few of these chuckleheads have had the nerve to beep at me, have me roll down my window and tell me I do not belong on Woodward with my Ford Fusion. I DO NOT BELONG ON WOODWARD??? I live in this god damn neighborhood, I have to drive down this god forsaken steeet to get to work everyday, and God Damn it you fucking old pile of fecal matter, the cruise is Saturday. The attitude and arrogance of these motor heads makes me wanna spit, no, no, it makes me wanna shit on the hood of one of their cars. Do not get me wrong here people, I would not drive down Woodward today in my Fusion, I understand today is the cruise and their are thousands of people out there looking for sweet cars, and shit, but Monday through Friday these ill tempered cock suckers cruise as if they own the god damn cities in which woodward runs.

Anyways, last night, seeing as though I could not drive from point A to point B without being comsumed by traffic and assholes, I decided to take a walk, I started to tell you that above, but my mind wondered. Someone was playing some Kid Rock, and I just so happened to be wearing a my Kid Rock shirt from the last Detroit WHITE TRASH PARTY, when the gentleman called me over. He asked me if I was a Kid Rock fan (I wonder what gave the genius the fucking clue) to which i said yes, and tried to walk away (I do not like people, especially rednecks, white trash, etc) He then told me he was a personal friend of Kid Rock and I was gonna love the new album, Kid was in the studio with Rick Ruben and was making a Beastie Boys type album. ( I looked around and realized this guy was flanked by quite a few pretty girls, and a few of his douche bag friends) so I braced myself in place, and decided that this dude needed to be embarassed and made to look stupid. i said, Reallly man? You are friends with Kid Rock??? Do you think he will come cruising this weekend? He went on to tell me he spoke with Bob last night and that Bob was gonna be bringing a few of his cars up and down Woodward. That is when my demeanor started to change. I said "Man, if I walked up and down woodward, do you know how many people would tell me they are friends with Bob, (he started to interupt) I raised my index finger to my lips and told him to shhhhhh, as I went on, YOU ARE NOT FRIENDS WITH BOB,YOU HAVE NOT HEARD THE NEW ALBUM, AND WHAT MADE YOU THINK BY LOOKING AT ME THAT I WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO BUY YOUR STORY. The girls looked on, his friends came a bit closer, and I went on,never once telling him who I knew, what I knew, what I have heard, or what I do. However, he then pulled his trump card, He could call Bob right now if he wanted, to which I replied, Ok, Do it. I pulled 12 hundread dollars out of my pocket and I saId, I will tell you what, I will place this 1200 dollars right here, all of you reach in your pockets, grab all your money, and I will put my 12 hundread up against your 27 dollars that you cannot call Bob, that you cannot call anyone affiliated with Bob, and if you can, you get the 1200 dollars. He told me to fuck off, he did not need my money, I looked him up and down and said, Yes, Yes you do need my money, make the call, cool guy. Needless to say, he did not make the call, I started to walk away, and one of the girls came running over to me, she said, I know you, you are KevRock.. I said Yep.. She said, You rule, that dude is a douche. I got her number, shes rolling with me tonight...

I swear, i have a feeling said retard might post here, if you do, remember last night, remember it forever. Whenever you see my name, be haunted by the night you were made to look like an absolute asshole...

I am Sweet...

KevRock