The Ballsy Facts

Ladies and ladies me, at long last nikia to the J has returned to the beloved blog of choice. I had alot going on in a small space of time, but all thats in the past. The dust has settled and my mind has cleared and here we sit ready for the unveiling of the past. So lets us start with the tux, an adventure in itself that i didnt even end up wearing! (Dats dat nigga shit 4 yas) My dear cousin eric got hitched and asked me to be the best man, and nikia like yeast, had to rise to the ocasion. But not without some serious fuckin drinkin and krunk madness the likes of which have never been seen in the little town colquitt ga. The groomsmen had to wear all black suits so all the trying shit on and picking up shoes lead to nothing more than a bunch of wasted time. We got to drink 1500.oo worth of booze at the reception, so I built a pyramid on the table out of my empties. (the same table where the bride and groom sat) Me and my other cousins hung out tough like motherfuckers, we rode dirt roads burning it down and sipping almost all night. I got my mom, my aunt, 2 uncles, (who hadn't been in a bar in like 11 years) SHITFACED! It was the stuff dreams were made of. The next day was almost as good, grillin and chillin, then of course the throw back shit from the wedding, ranging from kahlua to bailys, no henny though. (those fuckers) I made back to the seaport just in time to work 13 fuckin hours on my birthday. The height of all irony is that i've always managed to dodge work or school on my day of days but the one time i dont it tries to rape the shit outta me. Karma is a bitch. For right now fellow scrapians, I gotta see a man about a room. Ya'll get cha roll on, and i aint talkin deodorant.