I was listening to the opening track (Bawitdaba) when I realized I was hearing something that couldn't be in the song. Unfortunately this turned out to be the rapid dripping of water coming out of my ceiling, a place I typically do not expect water to be pouring out of. After a brief interlude to call someone about this development, I attempted to return to my yogurt while listening to Cowboy and googling the lyrics, thinking about all the times my friends sang these two songs in parking lots and bedrooms and wondering how this was my life, then and now. By the title track I was holding my head in my hands, reading the wikipedia pages for Joe C and this album, wondering what I had ever done to deserve this. Then, sometime during Roving Gangster (Rollin'), something started to come over me. I found myself actually enjoying Wasting Time as I piled wet towels for the laundry. Welcome 2 the Party was a pretty good time as I vacuumed out the cat's bathroom (which will now be our bathroom for at least a few days) of stray litter. Isn't this what Kid Rock is made for? People contemplating bathing using a bowl of water heated in the microwave because the plumbing is shot? Is it not a great afternoon at the trailer park to grill out while your mama's sister sets up the karaoke machine so you can scream "you get what you put in and people get what they deserve"? Maybe this album belongs here after all. A lot of these are cringe, but they are bangers that cringe. My fuse is short and I am short too!! Then the adrenaline started wearing off around Where U at Rock and listening to Black Chick, White Guy as I dragged a laundry sack as big as myself out the front door made me remember all of the times "slipping mickeys" got dropped in this album. A guilty 4.