The Food Truck Experiment

Fat acceptance on wheels baby. Are you hungry now?

Check out my new ride. I had to finance that bitch, and use my house as collateral, but fuck that place. This is better than a house, it’s a fornication fortress on wheels. It was worth all the trouble. Since I’ve purchased this foodtruck and acquired my business license, I’ve seen my notch count go up and way out the ball park. It’s the perfect bait to get the whales out of the ocean. From feedin’ to breedin’, I left them fatties bleedin’. Every step of the way my man, got the right plan. Let me lay it out.

After getting a business loan from the bank, I walked out like a boss. I could hear Rick Ross music playing in the background, I knew I had it made. After getting that squared away, I went to my friend and bought the truck, got the windows tinted, and bought industrial grade cooking supplies, appliances, and lots of food. Also had to get extra suspension and support beams welded on the bottom of the truck to support extra weight (you should know why).

Now I know what you’re thinking, “Nigel, why didn’t you just get an ice cream truck? Wouldn’t that be easier and cheaper?” The problem with the ice cream truck is that it attracts more kids, and I’m not running Michael Jackson game here, so fuck that idea. Kids just get in the way. Also, try fucking a big girl in an ice cream truck: all the ice cream would melt at the very least, and my accountant would beat my ass for something like that. I chose the food truck because It allows me show off my gourmet cooking prowess, which really reels in the big game bitches. Finally, foodtrucks are bigger than ice cream trucks, so there’s more room to fuck.

So the point of the food truck is not merely to fatten my wallet by feeding hoes, no. It is about that next level, 2.0 game and logistics. It’s attraction and seduction (feeding and breeding) all in one place, on wheels, and in my control as the owner. Everywhere I stop I pop (ass) like you put poptarts in a toaster. It feels like cheating actually. Some locations I park at and serve ’em up: in front of the the dollar store, Rent-A-Center, Walmart parking lot, in front of first-cash-advance/checks cashed locations, and in front of grocery stores. The latter is one of the absolute best places to set up shop because when fat women go grocery shopping, they get hungry looking at all that food. They can’t eat the groceries until they buy them and get back home. That’s where chef Nigel comes in with the food truck and facilitates their need to feed. Oink Oink baby.

As you can see from the picture, I specialize in gourmet soulfood, but with a modern twist: like fried chicken sandwiches (in between cornbread-waffles), fried cornbread biscuits with secret sauce, fried corn on the cobs, fried chicken with beer batter, popcorn shrimp gumbo, and pizza. As you can see, I love cooking. I love serving food to fat women, seeing the look on their eyes — It’s like Christmas. Little do they know how much blood and sweat, and love I put into their food. It gives each dish extra flavor, that secret sauce. That’s when I wink back at them as I see them get all that food, that secret sauce all up in their mouth. A tent pops up in my pants. Once they get a taste of my flavor, my spice, they’re immediately hungry for more: all I have to do is shift gears.That’s when I serve dessert, “baby, that cornbread-waffle fried chicken sandwich was heavy, you should wash it down with some dick.”

follow me on twitter for more big game advice @NigelBigGame

23 thoughts on “The Food Truck Experiment

  1. Nigel – Way to take lifestyle game to the next level! Welding additional structural support beams and reinforcing the suspension is key to running successful food truck game. When I’m running food game, I like to season any fry batter with Copenhagen or Red Man chewing tobacco to get the large ladies addicted to my flavor.

    Keep hitting us with these tips man, you’re truly doing God’s work.

    • Amen Bronan my man. Chewing tobacco game definitely works on fat country bitches for sure. If it weren’t so expensive I’d fry that shit up and serve it. Chewing tobacco reminds me of my days in the rural south, when all you had to do was wear a camouflage jacket and hangout at anyplace that served Hoecakes. The hoes loved ’em. Man, times have changed, it was so easy back then.

      • I think we have a brand-new product on our hands. “Nigel’s Deep Fried Chaw Nuggets – the great taste of Cope deep-fried in hog grease, just the way mama used to make!” This would be a big hit at state fairs around the country.

  2. Speaking of Hoecakes, when I was in the Netherlands, I noticed they have food trucks that serve what loosely translates as ‘Oily Balls’. (I was going to say you wouldn’t believe the size of the ladies that queue for those greasy orbs, but probably, given your expertise in this area, you would.) Culturally, the Dutch are also known for their love of camper vans and trucks of all kinds, so you would really clean up there if you ever run out of BBW where you are…

  3. Pingback: Accepting Acceptance: because we are all God’s children | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  4. Pingback: Annihilating last minute resistance: one plate at a time. | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  5. Pingback: Accepting Fat Acceptance | Bronan the Barbarian!

  6. Pingback: Big Game Huntin’: The Walmart Venue Change | Bronan the Barbarian!

  7. Pingback: With huge size comes huge responsibility. | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  8. Pingback: You gotta feed your bitches | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  9. Pingback: How I pick the right woman | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  10. Pingback: SlutWalks Are Great For Snagging Fat White Sluts | Nigel's Big Game Blog

  11. Pingback: How to go on a Dinner Date (with a Bigger Woman) in 6 steps! | Nigel's Big Game Blog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s