So, there I was, rocking face at one of last year’s Money Shott shows. Beers were flowing. Some frat-erific guy I’ve never met has some extra jaeger bombs at the bar that need a home. I’m game…what is the worst that can happen?
Things start getting a little spotty. Ricky Redding is melting faces on stage and is literally kicking women off of him so he can keep playing. He is getting the girls so worked up, I’ve got women that wouldn’t give me a second look grinding up on me just to work off some of the steam the Shott has been building.
And then things went dark.
I awoke in my room, still wearing my clothes from the night before, laying diagonal in my bed. I check my phone, only to notice 2 things:
1- I had called the bartender at Churchill’s 27 times in the period of 10 minutes, trying to convince him to get the doorman to let me back in.
2 – I have a voicemail from a number I don’t recognize.
Upon checking said voicemail I learn, courtesy of officer Griswold of the Lilburn Police department, that my wallet was recovered at 5 AM from the driveway of a Suntrust out past Stone Mountain.
Apparently, someone not only got their hands on my wallet, but I thought it was a good idea to give them my pin number as well. And they relieved me of $600 and bought 2 LCD TV’s from Wal-Mart.
Thanks Money Shott. I would say it was a memorable night, but I don’t remember shit.
My last Money $hott show was a pretty big blur. I just recall cold beers being brought into the crowd in cases. One after the next untill I just wasn’t there. Rockin’. Lookin forward to Christmas concert.
Look forward to the Labor Day show at the “theatre” !!!!!!
We want to see Money $hott again soon !!!!
All I remember from the last show was waking up in blood. And with a fat chick…
Thanks, Money $hott!!! You give even the fat girls a chance…
So, there I was, rocking face at one of last year’s Money Shott shows. Beers were flowing. Some frat-erific guy I’ve never met has some extra jaeger bombs at the bar that need a home. I’m game…what is the worst that can happen?
Things start getting a little spotty. Ricky Redding is melting faces on stage and is literally kicking women off of him so he can keep playing. He is getting the girls so worked up, I’ve got women that wouldn’t give me a second look grinding up on me just to work off some of the steam the Shott has been building.
And then things went dark.
I awoke in my room, still wearing my clothes from the night before, laying diagonal in my bed. I check my phone, only to notice 2 things:
1- I had called the bartender at Churchill’s 27 times in the period of 10 minutes, trying to convince him to get the doorman to let me back in.
2 – I have a voicemail from a number I don’t recognize.
Upon checking said voicemail I learn, courtesy of officer Griswold of the Lilburn Police department, that my wallet was recovered at 5 AM from the driveway of a Suntrust out past Stone Mountain.
Apparently, someone not only got their hands on my wallet, but I thought it was a good idea to give them my pin number as well. And they relieved me of $600 and bought 2 LCD TV’s from Wal-Mart.
Thanks Money Shott. I would say it was a memorable night, but I don’t remember shit.
Can’t wait for the next show.
My last Money $hott show was a pretty big blur. I just recall cold beers being brought into the crowd in cases. One after the next untill I just wasn’t there. Rockin’. Lookin forward to Christmas concert.