Obamas dog

If this is the stupidest shit i have ever heard people talking about. what if they dont want a fucking dog. what if obama likes some dog fighting and the get a bunch of pits. if i was president the would get like 10 dogs and they would all be the rottweilers. and fuck it if people are scared to come inside the white house. i have seen at least three different people talking about it on tv. this one stupid lady called a poodle hypo allergenic. she mentioned it because apparently one of the obamalettes are allergic to dogs. or so she said. if thats the case why are they even talking about it. if you are allergic to dogs you dont go and get one. if i have to hear anyone else mention that stupid shit i may just slap the piss out of them. and i truly hope they piss themselves. fuck that bull shit.



p.s. obama is going to get a cat

The New Job again

Well gang i know it has been some time since i have been here to scrappys to dictate to yall how the world works and if you are cool what you should like and not like. but i have returned once again to claim my position of person who does blogs. tonite we are discussing the differences between my new job and old and the whys and hows of how it all went down. first off i didnt want a new job i was slowly forced out but a cunt. she can remain nameless as i try not to be like the people who are ass, or cunts in this case. i really liked it there. it was close to home everyone was cool except for one exception we have already discussed. it was easy and i was just getting the hang of how things worked around there. plus the sheraton has the best employee deals of all the employee deals ever. my new job is also good. here everyone is also nice. the computer system is similar to one i have used before so thats nice too. also we are very slow which is nice because i basically get paid to watch tv. not a bad gig. the most important things of all is of course the fact that i will now be getting full time, even overtime. and as we all know its all about the benjis (thats benjamins for those of you who arent hip or rad) i miss the word rad. more companies should use the word rad in their advertising. i would be more inclined to buy something if i knew it was rad. also if you havent seen it before watch run ronnie run so you can see the kick in the cunt song. or at the very least see if you can find it somewhere in the internet. its gotta be in here somewhere. alrighty then bloods and crips this has been yet another installment in the life and times of one man who happens to be a sandford. until next time be easy. not japanesy

A small profound dedication

There was one a car wreck on Interstate 75 right at the Florida/Georgia state lines. The young woman driving was thrown through her windsheild and into the back wind sheild of the car sitting in front of her. She had a shattered hip and 8 broken ribs which caused a punctured lung and a ruptured spleen. She held on for 3 excrutiating days, on breathing machines and morphine. This young ladies name was Piper. She had a dear friend that was with her through the thick and thin, they spent many nights sleeping on the beach, and taking car rides for hours down the interstate to nowhere in particular, they would just stop and eat some PBJ's and head back to Tampa. One day Piper's good buddy moved away, far away. Not another country or anything like that, just far enough that there was no way that they were gonna kick it on a regular basis from that point on. Things happen in odd ways when you're far away from all that you know, and this case was no different. They kept in touch, and wrote and sent emails, Piper got to go see her buddy in his new way of life at least once or twice a month, but it was never the same. One day, there was no phone call, then there was no letter, then no email. Piper grew more and more concerned as the days went on and led to weeks, which as always turns into months. She got in her car with her overnight bag and headed to Georgia where the fatal crash would take place. This girl was particularly special to me, and I miss her almost everyday. We never really saw each other that much before it all went down. Laziness and Beauty is a curse. Fo the sho. Ya'll keep close the ones that count the most. N to the J out.

The CCR

Yes its true sportsfans, Nikia got a weak spot for creedence clear water revival. I mean thats some good ass music, its some shit you put in and let it rip straight to your ear hole. One of the songs they got that i likes the most is green river. That shit always makes me wish for the old times, swimming in my boxers just before the quinceniera, climbing the trees in the woods by the old crib in collins. You know that old chestnut. I gotta google those guys and see whats good in there hood. Even the big lebowski like the creedence. Anyhow, niggas gotta eat too and its just about that time, ya'll keep kickin it like a football. And if you don't like creedence well then fuck you. Nikia jones up out. OH! Heres some other kick ass music making motherfuckers to check out: Korn, Suicidal Tendencies, Bad Religion, The Buthole surfers, Napalm Death, Cannibal- Corpse, Limp Bizkit, Led Zeppelin, 7 dust, Megadeth, white zombie, nine inch nails, rage against the machine, system of a down, die cast, RAMMSTEIN, pulla, Drowning pool (with the original front man), Slipknot, The smashing pumpkins, Pharcyde, Type 0 negative, Low fidelity all stars, Sublime, (early) Orgy, Soundgarden, Green Jelly, The Henry Rollins band. I can't help it sometimes, i sold my soul to rock and roll way back in the day, it just sucks the good stuff isn't as plentiful as it used to be, and some of the people i've named above and certain unmentioned ones too, suck these days when back in the day it was all about banging my head and getting my face melted then being able to chill hard like ice to some snoop and dre, now days, there's a whole lot more chill music than the ones with that killer sinister urge. PEACE.

Faster than a tricycle cooler than an icicle

When i was still in middle school way back in the day, i remember reading about this super hero named sprocket man, not like the guy in sir elton john's song, this guy looked alot like the daredevil and Captain America combined into one person. He got this sheild like the captain does and his suit is red white and blue like the captain's. His sheild is like a bunch of bike sprockets stacked on top of one another instead of frisbee looking like ol captain america. I tried to find out some shit about him and come to find out his ass is some kinda safety thing in a wannabe comic book sorta like scruff Mcgruff. (he was a pederass) I did like that he was a hound dog in a trench coat though. Anyway so i finds out sprocket man is like this nimbly bimbly bike safety super hero, he throws his "sprocket sheild"? at niggas and shit but all together he's kinda gay and acts alot like a pedefile too. In some of his pic. he wears a helmet (yeah a bicycle helmet cousin) and in others he just has the seagel stare especially if somebody is jacking a bike, he seems to totally hate that shit. Anyway, another pearl of wisdom to bestow upon you fellow scrappy following motherfuckers. Ya'll walk soft with a big stick, N to the J out!

The Mayo

Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls children of all ages, I HATE MAYONAISE. Not like on food or just in cooking or on a sandwhich, i mean period. I hate that shit. In every shape form or fashion what so ever. The creamy white gooey smelly whacktastic shit that's craved all over this world by all sorts of people of every shape and size just grosses me out. Now, i have to be on the look out because soon enough that very hate and disgust will be used in a payback owed tome by my brother another, ol pete. You see i pee'd in his spit jug and he got the next morning and started spitting away in it braggin about how much he had already spit in it since he had been up. Little did he know that the night before when he was slinging a deuce and the lady in my life was showering up in the bathroom my drunk ass had no where to take a quick whiz so i implemented the use of his handy jug, but i did throw it in the garbage ince i was done. Now he's is hell bent on giving me the bees-knees, and it will not be pretty by any means of the word. (fo sho) So i got all my 6 sense on high alert to keep that fool in check and my ass out of the mayo. Until then, ya'll stay mellow, and keep your squares in your pocket, n to the j out.

The ho ass popo

Last night ladies and ladies men, i just so happen to be departing from my good ol pals pete's and i got pulled the fuck over by the sogin around the middle shittin ass copppers. These motherfuckers was trying to sink ya boy any way that they could. First, it was my seatbelt, then my address, then my wife, then it was the dates on my id and registration. The cock stain asks me about the night and how i'm feelin and why i'm out at 2am and if you know bout the fuzz, they keep you talking and try to ocuppy your mind so you can't cover your own ass be a lie or night. It was about this point when he fired up the question routine that i told him straight up that i was a half mexican motherfucker he caught up with at 2 in the moring hoopty ridin with his old lady and that whatever he say that i'm guilty of i was until it came time to the court room and they pull the cameras and check my info and its all good in and under the hood and he was left sittin there kinda stupid lookin so could i have my license back and go the fuck home so i can smoke one and chill out watching season 5 of the aqua teen hunger force. That didnt really work i am sad to say so he ran my girl's license and then my tags, and then kept asking and asking all this lame ass bullshit about nothing and then that cockgobblin dropped my shit on the ground and acted like i was supposed to get out and get it for his overweight ass. Just another ass head who soggy around the middle and got nothing better to do than fuck with a nigga at drop of a hat. (my bad ya'll i sorta hate the motha fuckin man) Its easier to laugh at the shitasses if it you don't end up like one when its all said and done.