Monday, December 27, 2010

Merry Christmas an' Happy New Year and git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah.

Like da title says Merry Christmas an' Happy New Year. Sheniquah says happy Kwanzaa too!
sho 'nuff! 

Dem jap-an-knees sho' do liek Da Kerel

Saturday, November 13, 2010


Y'all I is back, fresh outta da county with a whole new flava. Ok so I get relesed and I go to da KFC, an try on one of them Doubliciouses. It ain't too good. Da roll is stale and the chicken was cold. Otis dont approve dis.
Wat the deal nigga?

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Mah interwebs

Hello childrin' mah interwebs dun goofed up so I ain't been up to fixin no interwebz at dat there readin' room.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Who dat up der?

Growing up meh never really liked coleslaw. da thang wasn’t until meh started working in restaurants dat meh tried da thang. Now meh thoroughly enjoy da thang! In muh ma fuckin opinion KFC haz da bomb commercially available coleslaw anywhere. Now ya can make da thang at home too. in da hizzle iz da recipe. just like mammy. 

Kentucky Fried Chicken Cole Slaw

  • Serves 8




  • 8 cups finely diced cabbage ('bout 1 head)
  • 1/4 cup diced carrots (finely)
  • 2 tablespoons minced onions
  • Dressing:
  • 1/3 cup granulated suga
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon peppa
  • 1/4 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise
  • 1/4 cup buttermilk
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons white vinega
  • 2 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice

How to make it

  • Cabbage an' carrots gots'ta be finely diced.
  • Pour cabbage an' carrot mixture into large bowl an' stir in minced onions.
  • Prepare duh dressing, mix until smoof an' creamy.
  • Pour ova Slaw an' mix thoroughly.
  • Cova bowl an' refrigerate several hours o' overnight befo' serving.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Nigga wat???

Killer agrees to plead guilty.. in exchange for bucket of fried chicken

GUN killer Tremayne Durham gave up his right to trial - for a bucket of fried chicken.
Durham, 33, had been preparing to go to trial for murdering a man over a business deal worth £9000.
But after two years in a US county jail on prison food, he agreed to admit his guilt in return for two junkfood feasts.
Durham, from New York, got the first - a mix of food from KFC and rival food chain Popeyes, including chicken, potatoes, coleslaw, cake and ice cream - when he signed his plea deal.
After he was told he must serve at least 30 years before parole, he tucked into his second course.
Durham, a convicted rapist who could have faced the death penalty if he'd been found guilty at a trial, this time had pizza, lasagne and ice cream, according to his lawyer Richard Wolf.
Durham also got married on Wednesday at the courthouse in Portland, Oregon, before his sentencing.
His bride Vanessa Davis, 48, is on parole for witness tampering in the case.
Wolf described the civil ceremony as "bitter-sweet".
Prosecutor Josh Lamborn said he did not advocate chicken-dinner deals.
But he applauded Judge Eric Bergstrom's decision to allow the deal in the case of Durham, who also gave up his right to appeal.
The killer travelled across America to seek revenge when he tried to back out of a deal to buy an ice-cream van from an Oregon firm and they refused to return his money.
He killed Adam Calbreath, a former employee of the company, while looking for the owner, Rob Chambers.
Don Hons, a friend of Adam, said he was glad that the judge made the deal to ensure Durham was locked up for life.
He added: "If a couple of buckets of chicken are going to help to get a conviction, get some biscuits to go with it."

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Mmmmm...mmmmmm... good

I be feeling much bettah thank ya fo' all yo' thoughts an' prayers. Now here iz uh delightful song from uh young black nig. an don't make me pull mah gat! 

"Fried Chicken"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

What I'm gonna do? Shit is all true

Hmm... Fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold metal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock to the bed then plop
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breast
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
Dripping with hot cholest-
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
What roti is to a rasta
Trapping me; You and your friend mac' and cheese
Candy yams collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I'm this high
Nothing I need more than a fish fry
we's love watermelon. slap mah fro!

[Busta Rhymes]
Shit it taste good I can't lie
It's like you're walking out the tanning saloon
When I pull you out the oven from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey my pretty hand hot
It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower you with lemon water
Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder
Baby it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
While enjoying your butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent
In any event, I'm reflecting on all the signs
That I got saying that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection manifesting
Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you
Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine
I'm a eat you until there's nothing left
Until my very last breath, you gonna be a nigga death
Despite I prepare it the best specialize in cooking swine as a chef
You gonna be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine is mixed with rat, cat and dog combined
Yes, I'm a eat the shit to death

Ain't that some shit
I'm a eat some shit until what I'm eating kills me
And I choose to do that, why?
'Cause that's just what niggas do