Showing posts with label Kid Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kid Rock. Show all posts
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Sep 23, 2022
FGL House Now a Spirit Halloween
“We didn’t have to do a lot, the place is already pretty terrifying,” laughed franchise owner Sparky Suggs. “The moose head, the antique light fixtures, the haunting scent of Axe, the ghosts of hookups past… all we had to do was add the Halloween products.”
The 4-story brick building in Sobro has been the home of boozy duo Florida-Georgia Line’s branded bar and grill for the past several years, but no more. The duo recently began what they’re calling a hiatus, but which everyone else sees as the end of the formerly popular “butt rock of country” act. The immediate closure and sale of the building seems to lend credence to this opinion.
“We come up from Cumming just to go to the FGL House and bout sh** ourselves. It’s a damn Halloween store now?” complained tourist Kelly Patridge. “We got one of them in the old co-op, I coulda stayed my ass home.”
Suggs certainly understands the concerns over the sudden shift, but he hopes many of the mullet-headed or tube-top-wearing FGL fans who show up will stick around and grab an LED dancing zombie or a sexy Fireball bottle costume. “You’re already here, so you might as well pick up some crap you needed for Halloween anyway,” laughed Suggs.
One drunken customer didn’t seem to notice the change and was seated at one of the bars (now a booth for custom airbrushed trick or treat bags) trying to order a Jagerbomb from the confused artist. “He’ll figure it out eventually,” said Suggs, shaking his head.
At press time, Brian Kelley was sneaking in to retrieve his Kid Rock autographed beer bong he left in a storage closet.
Aug 26, 2022
Kid Rock Stops Concert Because One Section of Fans Isn’t Fighting
The show started off fine with his opening song “Devil Without a Cause,” but by the second tune, Mr. Rock already was looking with disdain upon a portion of the throng. Fists were flying, shirts were being torn off, and bodily fluids were spraying. Kid shook his head and plowed on with the crowd favorite “You Never Met a Motherf***er Quite Like Me.”
Nearing the middle of the show Robert Ritchie (his real name) was seething. Ducking a thrown beer bottle full of urine, he zeroed in on a section of crowd and went off. “You f***ers are really making it hard for the rest of us to have a good time,” he said, pointing at a group of about 30 middle aged dads and their mistresses/dates. “Why the hell are you just standing there enjoying the show? Throw some hands, you bitches!”
The rest of the crowd erupted in agreement before returning to their already-in-progress fisticuffs, sexual harassments, and verbal assaults. Several unengaged ne’er-do-wells attempted to mad dog the peaceful few into wrestling matches and other jackassery, but the actual-Kid-Rock-music-enjoyers stood their ground, singing along with the smash “Cowboy” and minding their own business.
Three songs later, halfway into the rarely played “F*** Off,” Kid stopped the band again. Removing a bloody bra from his mic stand, he yelled “That’s it. You f***ers are outta here. If you wanna listen to music, stay your ass at home with your iPod or whatever.” He then directed security to remove the offending section, to loud applause from the brawling balance of the crowd.
The rest of the show went off without a hitch, with 18 arrests, 3 minor fires, 28 taken to the hospital, and one birth.
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