Working nights is so in right now, and while I’m still a good ways away from my dream gig as part time bartender/part time cocktail waitress at the Saddle Ranch on City Walk (a girl can dream) I do enjoy being super sober around drunk old Armenian men and biker chicks.

     The best part of the night would have to be when the fucking kick ass mix of songs from five years ago that nobody cares about lands on the ever fucking badass Kid Rock classic, “Amrcan fucking Badass!”  I hear that shit and I just start truckin, thinkin about how fuckin lucky I am to be in America, you know?

     And I mean, I didn’t always wanna punch Kid Rock in the face.  Truth be told, I actually liked the music when I was in middle school.  The guy made me realize that apparently I was a rebel, and apparently I was misunderstood, and apparently fuck my parents and Pamale Anderson is still hot and midgets aren’t funny they’re terrifying!

     And did you know that Kid Rock was the first person to shoot a music video in HD? 

     And did you know that you can just make up facts about Kid Rock and post them on your blog?

     The fact of the matter is that the real crime here is going unpunished.  And that crime is rape.  The raping of my heart by Kid Rock’s awesomeness.  Seacrest, out!