Wilde Hearte Fu Goddess's blog: "BOB and the WILDE FUBAR'D GODDESS"

For all you people out there, once again, BOB is KID ROCK!! Yes, I am feeling quite quixotic (like our little mood smilies) about Bob these days. When I close my eyes to sleep at night, I think of Bob. Wouldn't it be grand if dreams really came true? But what the HEY! If I am dreamin' then I might as well dream of us sipping some good whiskey, chasin' it with a little Coca Cola, me battin' my pretty blue yes, him winkin' his sexylicios little wink, and then doing a little lickin' to wrap up the night...RIGHT? So, if you happen to read my blogs and actually KNOW KID ROCK, then would you please tell him I am still waitin' for HIM to show up for a family BBQ and some beer? It is an open invitation!! ANYTIME!! and you don't HAVE to do anything but show up, dammit! Listen, I'm here to tell you one thing...Well, Kid said it best, but I don't jest... YOU AIN'T NEVER MET A MOTHER FUCKER QUITE LIKE ME!!! SO...on with the party, so I can get to the lickin' part!! **wink** an invitation from THE WILDE FUBAR'D GODDESS and her ROYAL FAMILY entourage..COME ON DOWN BOB..I'm awaitin' for you!

Well, I am sure you are tired of hearing about my quixotic relationship with BOB. But i have to tell you that I just cannot help myself. He is the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. I just wanna lick him! I dreamt of him just the other night. He knocked on my door and had two Coors Lights in the little plastic thingy and handed them to me as I stood in the doorway. He said, "Shotgun?" Well, being the show off I am when it comes to shotgunnin’ beer, I said, "Pocket knife?" Handing me a nice little piece of hardware, he gave me that sexy little wink. I just couldn’t resist shockin’ the man. I took the knife, jabbed a hole in the side, tipped it up, popped the top and downed that fucker in 4 seconds. (Now, honest truth...I can do this from time to time. ) Wiping the blade on my blue jeans, I handed the blade handle-side back to BOB. However, the shock was all mine when BOB reached out took the other beer and repeated the exact same motions I had performed for him...only he choked about half way through and beer spewed out his nose and it ran all down his fancy cowboy shirt. I laughed so hard in my dream I woke up ’cause I had to pee! I would have loved to seen how that dream ended, but I can assure you by the end of it...We would be inebriated and I would still wanna lick BOB!

Once upon a time... I still wanna lick Bob. And for all ya'll who are new to my blog page, then Bob=Kid Rock. I still haven't bumped into Bob yet, but that does not mean that it ain't gonna happen. I know what you are all thinkin'...WTF would Bob want with "someone like her"...since he has had women like Pam Anderson or Sheryl Crowe. Both beautiful, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah. Besides, I can drink both them bitches under the table, so looks ain't everything. Well, fuck that and fuck anyone who thinks I am seriously deranged 'cause I happen to think Bob is the sexiest mother fucker alive right now. As a matter of fact, I was just told recently that some dreams do come true. So, maybe just maybe, one day Bob will show up at my house, we'll have us a shotgunnin' beer contest (in which case I will win and he will be drunk) and we will be right back at the sexy little wink again. At which point, Bob will say, "So, you wanna lick ol' Bob, heh?" And I'll say, "Yup. You ain't never met a mother fucker quite like me!" And then, of course, we will live happily everafter...The End.