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.

A Tribute to "The MAN" Al Borland aka Richard Karn

Hello and welcome once again to another version of the scrappy theater. today we are here to pay homage to a great man. his name is al borland. you my have seen him on such shows as home improvement which i usually call tool time. we all remember al as a lovable flannel wearing fat man whose mother was apparently massive and bearded as well. at least if you listen to tim taylor. what many of you may not know is that he was also the host of family feud back when the i was in college and we loved it. we would chill out big time before dinner while watching the feud then we would go to dinner and the horribly shitty food didnt look quite so bad. so hears to you al. and he also has a blog. well i hoped you learned something and if you didnt it ok as long as you are following the blog. if you arent following very unpleasant things may very well happen to you and your extended family. so watch out.

A quick thought or two

Well gang i know it has been a long time and yall are yearning for some good stuff from the sandford. well i have a little taste of that good stuff for you right now. i have moved to a new time at the job (8am til 4pm) which forces me to be around the big boss all day however i get to sleep in more and still get out early. all in all its good. except for the lack of blog time. today my playstation will finally come back in the mail and i hope against hope that they fixed it otherwise me and the tobes aka mans best friend might just have to get down and dirty on some computer kids. hopefully not though. also our beloved denver nuggets lost to the lakers. damn kobe and the lakers. GO NUGGETS!! whoo whoo!! well thats a little quickie for you. hope it was as good for you as it was for me. until next time slow your roll and if the cops try to stop you for jay walking give him the bird. that ought to teach them

The shit a G is made of....

Vice Versa:(This song heres called god damn vice versa its like Picture everything you thought was good was really bad everything bad was really good, what if heaven was on earth nigga the whole world versevice versa this shit here god damn goin on get you a phat ass blunt of that dro smoke that shit its all vice versa look up in the air nigga we rich nigga its vice verse i know all you real nigga gunna feel this shit)
What if heaven was hell and vice versa
If I told ya go to hell would ya tell I cursed ya
I reimburse ya with the truth so ya know my faith
and pray I die im that nigga that they love to hate
i wanna make you use your mind
god has sent the sign and when you listen to these rhymes nigga take your time
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
would ya start doin evil in order ta nurture
the spirit man do you understand there's a war thats ragin on
an the devils got some ammo too dont get me wrong
but I put my trust off in the Lord
its too corrupt know that god dont help me blow em up
I gives a fuck
heaven was hell and vice versa
I have no fear I dun witnessed to much hell right here
lend me your ear be cause the beer we had to pour
for all my niggas hit the devil with 44
payback nigga
my nigga keep me from tryin to enter
battle alone and the deal with all this wickedness
I smoke a zone
know im grown but im still a baby
its vice versa so i guess ill beg Satan to save me
God im confused, confused of all these motherfuckers
makin me sick
The Virgin Mary may not fuck nobody
but she suck dick
with a click of nasty concubine its vice versa so she prolly do the whole nine
that nasty ho
I don't know where imma go this christmas
It's Satans birth
imma try to smoke a pound of weed
to ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels and devils equip with glocs
for god so loved the earth that he blessed a thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me devil I think the Lord is tryin to kill me
It's vice versa
Heaven is the low while this doja keep me high
an see the lord almighty nigga im ready to die
my reply for any questions asked the devil made me do it
whose the devil may I ask its so polluted uprooted from all this stupid shit
see me cremated my adaption to the climate
so glad I made it elated that they gun go to heaven
but do they know heaven may not be the place to go
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
the devils demons id be damned if ill let god hurt ya Follow me.

If this was vice versa
I be an angel cuz I'm a devil
A down south Georgia rebel
A whole nother fuckin level
reminiscing on all the good and the bad that I did
bussin caps an splitting wigs
an servin nigs
an talkin shit
this is vice versa no fuckin commercial
heaven or hell where do we go
when we die
eternal fire
or the streets of gold
only God knows
vice versa