I had to look up who that was, and I regret it, but here’s one for you.
Kid Rock and Jelly Roll make music for nursing majors who used to bully other girls in high school and women who make crockpot cream cheese dinners for their alcoholic husbands.
I had to look up who that was, and I regret it, but here’s one for you.
Kid Rock and Jelly Roll make music for nursing majors who used to bully other girls in high school and women who make crockpot cream cheese dinners for their alcoholic husbands.
Gotta love some good non-fiction.
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right?
Are we not still saying “Rick James bitch”?
I thought it was a moniker. Like The Black Eyed Peas. Just had to be said that way.
Maybe they were:
“…trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow…”
Sir. That is absolutely unfair to put in my head right as I’m trying to fall asleep.
Take this.

Fortunately. I have no idea what that is.
A long, long time ago, I can still remember when that music used to make me smile. And I knew that if I had… a chance, that I could make those people dance and maybe they’d be happy for a while.
But February? Made me shiver. With every paper I’d deliver…