Put Yo’ Hands up for Detroit
Dear 1990,
My Naame is Kiiiiid, and I wanted to thank you for letting me borrow your shtick. So here’s the dealio, I was in kickin’ it at the Superbowl in Detroit, er, Miami and I had two parties to attend. First Maxim Magazine’s, then the Smokin’ Aces Party at Mokai. So yo’ see, two diffren’t scenes, diffren’t hos and I was fresh out of ideas. My little person homeboy is long gone; Pam is back with Mr. Rock Star Supernova Man Meat; and I keep losing track of the small dogs I ordered to stuff in my Murse.

So I’m all on my period about not having an outfit and flip on the TV to chill. I start watching Bell Biv Devoe Behind the Music when I was inspired. I thought, wearnin’ ma Osh Koshes swung way lo’ with one shoulder left bare is dope! Throw in a cigar, ma gold tilapia chain and set the motherfucker off! Then I show a little Kid Rock bling and make a statement to them pepperonis. How you like it when a camera in your face! Awww yeah!


February 5th, 2007 at 7:51 pm
Pmsl, excellent post
February 5th, 2007 at 10:08 pm
As a citizen of the great State of Michigan, I just want to make a few things known: We do not acknowledge that Kid Rock (Detroit), Michael Moore (Flint) and Madonna (Bay City) are from here. We would add Eminem, but he was born in Kansas.
February 6th, 2007 at 5:41 am
Your post cracks me up. And Kidd is a class A jerk. I used to party at the same beach bar in West Palm that he did… I can’t stand him.
February 8th, 2007 at 7:21 am
At least he didn’t wear the overalls backwards like Kris Kross.
February 8th, 2007 at 7:24 am
I agree because that would be wiggity, wiggity, wiggity, whack.