The New York Post recently reported that Peyton Manning attends the Kentucky Derby every year with Kid Rock, Dennis Hopper, Travis Tritt, and George Strait. Rock told the Post:
“It's kind of a little clique of us that you see every year. You have to understand the levels of whiskey involved. One time I ended up in a freestyle battle against Meat Loaf.”
Well, wouldn’t you know it, KSK was able to transcribe this year’s historic meeting. Here’s what happened.
Kid Rock: Who’s ready to fucking party?!
Manning: I am ready. I am more prepared than any of you for this party. I studied tape of Wisconsin students for the past two weeks. I’ve got all their tendencies down pat.
George Strait: Then let’s get to drinkin’!
Travis Tritt: Yeah, let’s watch the horses and have some fun!
Kid Rock: (whispers to Manning) So, what do you think? They’re both nice.
Manning: (drinks) I don’t know. They’re more or less indistinguishable.
Kid Rock: (drinks) C’mon, man. You need this. How long has it been?
Manning: (sighs, drinks) A year.
Kid Rock: (drinks) A year! C’mon, man! You gotta let him go!
Manning: (drinks, crying) You don’t fucking get it, man! He saw a window into my soul!
Kid Rock: (drinks) I know heartbreak, my friend. Trust me. I too had a special someone.
Manning: (drinks) Oh, you mean that little midget of yours?
Kid Rock: (drinks, lunges) Don’t you fucking talk about Joe C. like that!
Manning: (drinks) What are you gonna do about it?
Kid Rock: (drinks) Bawitdaba.
Manning: (drinks) What does that even mean?
Kid Rock: (drinks) Bawitdaba, bitch.
Manning: (drinks) Seriously, that's just gibberish.
Kid Rock: (drinks) I’m a cowboy, bitch.
Manning: (drinks) No, you’re not. You’re from fucking Michigan.
Kid Rock: (drinks) Bawitdaba.
Travis Tritt: (drinks) Now, now, you two. There’ll be plenty of time for fightin’ later on. Let’s go try and find Randy Travis, Alan Jackson, Clint Black, Ronnie Milsap, and other similar artists.
Dennis Hopper: (does a whippet) This place is so full of… energy, man.
Manning: Jesus, who brought him? He fucking creeps me out.
Hopper: C’mon, man. Just relax. Just let the atmosphere... absorb you.
Manning: What does that even mean? None of you people make any goddamn sense.
Hopper: (does a Quaalude, pulls knife) It means you do what I say, bitch.
Manning: I thought we said no knives this year.
Hopper: When you rape Diane Keaton, you get to do whatever you want.
Manning: What?
Kid Rock: (drinks) C’mon, let’s go watch the race. Who you guys got? I got Imawildandcrazyguy, because that’s totally me.
(Street Sense wins)
Kid Rock: Fuck this, man. Where’s Meat Loaf? I want to fucking BATTLE.
Meat Loaf: I’m glowing like the metal on the edge of the knife!
Kid Rock: Don’t you sing that fucking song, fat man.
Phil Rizzuto: Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker here.
Kid Rock: And no Rizzuto! That’s fucking cheating!
Meat Loaf: Very well. I shall seduce you with a 9-minute minisuite!
(both men get up on a stage)
Kid Rock: Pass me the mic, bitches! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!
I’mma fucking party tonight
Got a Party Ball with cold Coors Light
No bitch ever tells me no
Got drunk once and nailed Sheryl Crow
Beat that, ass face.
Manning: (over in the corner) Oooh, Randy Moss! Oooh, the Pats are the team to beat! Well, la di fucking da. Who fucking won the Super Bowl this year, you fucking cunts?
Travis Tritt: (drinks) Are you okay, Peyton?
Manning: I’m fine! Those mint juleps are too fucking sweet.
Travis Tritt: (drinks) Kid told me about what happened with Kenny. If you ever want to talk, I just wanted you to know that if you need someone to talk to. Or to do a duet with…
Manning: I appreciate that, George.
Travis Tritt: Travis.
Manning: Whatever.
Hopper: (corners Strait in a stable) So Coppola has this big fucking heart attack, and then it’s like fucking anarchy, man. These Cambodian fuckers take me to a shooting range, and they let me machine gun a cow for, like $10. You ever machine gun a cow on ether?
Strait: (terrified) Uh, no.
Hopper: It’s fucking great.
Meat Loaf:
Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are…
Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are…
Random Man In Crowd: Do “I Would Do Anything for Love,” asshole!!!
Meat Loaf: I won’t do that, you fuck.
Random Man In Crowd: You melodramatic fat shit.
Manning: I love this song, man. Objects in the rearview mirror really do appear closer than they are.
Travis Tritt: Wanna go in that handicapped bathroom?
Manning: Sure.
Kid Rock: Hey, where’d everyone go? I’m Kid fucking Rock! Nobody parties harder than me! I fucked Pamela Anderson a decade too late! C’mon, man! Fuck. This party blows.
