The Motha Fuckin Feast

Niggas and niggetts, it's fucking on, as i type these words to you there are massive amounts of stove top miracles in the works. We got tamales ready to be steamed, caldo at a hard boil and were a few relaxing moments away from the old salsa tomatillo. It's a good day to be alive in the life and times of nikia jones. In a just a little while the feast of feast will be well in sway. No haters, no donkey faced shit bag wearing non readers or jaggers in sight. I haven't ate since yesterday just to be able to get my grub on with a goddamn vengeance. The ol pete has got a tray of burgers marinating for the grill too, the bounds of the imagination are the limit to the amount of eating there will be, oh yes, there will be eating. With the hands, silver wear, the feet, but mainly with the mouth. Either there will be eating or a lot of people will be getting their mouths pried open and forc fed a great deal of deliciousness. This is Nikia to the J ladies and gentlemen, and if you ain't down for the feast like for flat tires on a rainy sunday with no spare, and they done jacked ya hubcaps and busted ya windsheild... Well then fuck you.