Motha Fuckin Georgia

Killas! Here it is the last day of the first month of the new year, and what year its been thus far. Drivin-n-Cryin has a new album out after 12 years hiding under the rugs with the bed bugs, and then of course there's the 2012 fiasco, and i gotta tell yas if the end of the world is nigh and were all gonna burn like a bad ass perm, I think I'm just gonna get drunk and watch Phantom of the paradise. Just kick it like a G till it all goes down like a plane crash. Last night was cooler than the other side of the pillow, good food, a coffin sized cooler full-o-beers, and the D For now sportsfans I must wave and tip my cap as I head off into the dark cold night to sleep it off and wake up to do it again.

Bros b4 Hoes!!!!!!!!

Well boys and girls, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but today a straight soulja with the streets mapped on the back of his hands and wisdom in his mind from 1,000 different lands has fallen. No wounds, no attack of any kind, he just gave in to the little bitch buried within himself. The saddest part of it all is the reason behind his descent isnt even worth me typing the letters you read at this very moment. You may ask why, you may even ponder the endless possibilites, but dont, Nikia to the J is here to reassure you that the slightest bit of time you spend even in a half thought over these bitch ass notions isnt worth the brain power, and ya boy aint gonna let ya burn even one calorie over it, or her, or, that hoe ass bitch ass stupid ass vengeful ass, cock suckin ass idiot of a hoe fo sho. Ya see this soulja is just like a brother from another, so one could for go the classic approach of just telling so and so, "hey check yourself," in this case this fucker knows that the waters in which he treads are laden with the most treacherous of dangers. To top it all off sportsfans, he views all others views as threats to his inflated ego. All the way around, i just need to stay as drunk as possible in order to avoid mass murder or genocide or whatever. In the smallest way this could be ya boys fault, its not everyday you give one of your best homeboys a pass on being a shit bag ass pussy that cant even holla at a braod like a grown ass man is supposed to. All alone is all we are in the end sportsfans, so why chase those who cant even begin to accompany us through what is truly the hardest journey in life???? For now that's all I gotta say about that, ya'll hold it down, keep ya friends close and ya enemies closer.

That funky shit

1.) Pussy
2.) Califoria King sized beds
3.) Secret Coat Pockets (for the steel)
4.) MMA )
5.) Full Teng Katanas 6.) Glock 9's
7.) Gangstas
8.) Gangsta shit
9.) Chrome (not just for ya ride fool)
10.) The Dew
11.) Beers (to each his own)
12.) Ricky Bobby
13.) The dirty dirty
14.) Wireless Internet
15.) Woodgrain steering wheel
16.) Switchblades
17.) Tall Chicks
18.) 75in reach
19.) Digital Cameras
20.) That guy who died that did the cool voice overs
21.) Newport shorts in the box.
22.) HOODIES!!!!!!!!
23.) slip on shoes
24.) matching mis-match socks
25.) Grilled-still mooing steak.
26.) Jew jokes
27.) The Bernie Mac show
28.) Regole
29.) Wallet Chains
30.) Music, period
31.) Grappling hooks
32.) Glenville GA

a hault on the hate

Greetings to all yall up out there in the blogosphere, its time once again to spread the word like peanut butter on bread! (no jelly) First, mad props to the man Kimbo Slice, ya see, im a huge fan of hand to hand combat, even more so, i likes a good fight, even more so than that, is mixed martial arts. No as some of you may already know, kimbo has been handing out ass whoopins for a good minute in people's back yards, some douche named sean gannon says, "hey that guy is standing on his feet the whole time, he has no skill." But kimbo never claimed to be an MMA fighter, or to be an octogon bound prodigy. So, gannon challenges kimbo, kimbo being a street fighter lives by a different code completely, he has all his powers in his hands, not his knees, or his legs, gannon however sees this as kimbos weakness and stops throwing hands and tries to kick kimbo around and call himself the winner. All of a sudden Dana White with his suedo-intellect thinks he's got a new fighter to exploit and make millions off of. Kimbo walks into the world of the UFC with this target on him, (some, like me will call it the hate glare) everyone has the atitude that kimbo's galavanting around talking shit and getting knee deep in shit when all that has really come to pass is dana white's greed overwhelming his basic ability to make the right decisions. Now don't get me wrong, i hate see a cool ass nigga get his ass handed to him on live t.v. But the shitty thing is, this man never even asked to be part of any of the shit he's wrapped up in, kimbo saw a chance to handle his biz, and support his 6 kids, dana white only saw dollar signs. I mean how stupid can this fucker be, "hey kimbo you don't need no training to fight in the UFC just get in there and do what you do." Yeah right. If you watch Kimbos leg work and stature the man's a brick shit house with canned hams for fists. Fuck Dana White. Fuck Brok Lesnars bitch ass too. This prick got beat by Frank Fuckin Mir with a toe clench. ( It was sweet) But again i digress. All you hatin ass slow-mo non fighting ass hoes with your articles and your pre-conceived notions as to how the fuck it goes down with martial arts and boxing can all suck my dick and ride a fuel tanker right into a live volcano. Kimbo may not be the best in the UFC, but he's still the best on the street. The man has the skill and the potential, maybe Dana should can get a sumo wrestler and throw him in the octogon and make millions all over again. Point being, the man's gotta way of keeping niggas down and on the ground, if kimbo ends champ, it'll definetly be off of his own hard work and stamina. Not some douche with greed for bloodtype. All in all thats almost all i gotta say about that shit. Ya'll keep the heat, the cold's on the way. Nikia to the J out.

What if?

good day gang. as my amigo nikia pointed out it has been a hot minute since we have been on the old bliggity blog. this has caused me much pain to be away for so long. so with out further ado i bring you to the topic of this evening. What if i had won the lottery. $372 million. well let me lay it on ya, first i wouldn't quit my job. i would however take and easier position with less pay and only work 2 days a week. you gotta have things to do when you arent spending your millions. next i would do all the regular stuff. buy a house. next would be a car for me and the lady. then i would give $500,000 to all my friends, and even some people i dont know, just because. next i would buy a building out here where i work and a whole shit load of dynamite or TNT. then i would blow it up. what could be cooler than that? also i would buy an nfl team. doesnt really matter which one, i just think that would be cool. well i guess i ran out of steam there a little after the excitement of the blowing up so on to some things i have noticed. firstly, there is a smurfs movie coming out in 2010. is that crazy? i think so. will i be eager to see it? yes, i hate to say it i will. as soon as it comes out on netflix at least. Labor Day is coming up and its going to be a very busy weekend for us in the hotel biz. what exactly does that mean you say? basically ever dumb ass with a phone will call the hotel. and then ask the dumbest question ever. and not only that but they will either have a shitty accent or talk slower than molasses. and you cant tell them to hurry their dumbasses up and get to the fucking point because thats what we get paid not to do. but anyhow if you are one of the many jack asses planning on headed anywhere for any holiday, from all of us in the hotel industry- fuck you, stay at home.

Let the record state

Well, here we are once again ladies and ladies men, long overdue for a good installment of the blog you love so much you cant fuckin stand it. It seems that i have been blocked here at the hiltony hilton from bloggin, but some one has left there guard down today, so i had to get it cracka-lackin at the front desk before i get the nasty websense page again. Its been a good minute since the last entry on my behalf, because as the gun man himself said, we gets paid to blog, and where else but the hilton is the hour granted to you with a guaranteed amount attached to it. But let us not dilly dally in the nonsense that plagues all those who dare beseach employment at the hiltony hilton and get into focus. If you havent seen district nine yet, you gotta get on that asap, for those of you who know how nikia likes to kick it old skool, the granada has been upgraded and i still have only 3 things left until it is complete. My rims should look something like this. One of the coolest things ever, is the awesome find i made at the beach on sunday. My nigga shawn just got some leave time after being in the field for a good minute, so we slide into the crib for some of that budweiser, when it apparently becomes morning, we head to the beach in our sleepy stupor to chill hard like ice. We walk slap hands and make future plans and my niggas gotta be on his way, but with out my foot getting cut open on the most awesome shell EVER! If you havent rocked that rainbow six vegas two, you gotta jump on that without blinkin. You gotta see casino too. That movie will make you appreciate baseball bats like never before, i also learned that if you bury a motherfucker while he's still breathing, people will pretty much clear out on your behalf. For now i got work and more work. Ya'll keep killin it, and i aint talking bout the game.

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.