Packie is a Dick

So today I went to meet this wacked out Irishman named Derrick. He's completely off his rocker and like all addicts he's blaming someone else for his problems. His particular problem is currently locked up in a Liberty City prison somewhere. However, Derrick here has got wind that they're going to move him so he's asking me to help take care of this little problem for him.

Fucking strung out Irishman. What the hell, he's so pathetic that I agree to it. His brother Packie decides to help me with this little errand. Well, long story short we got this guy that Derrick's all bent out of shape about standing at the edge of this cliff pleading for his life. I put my pistol to his forehead and marvel at how nice the pink mist looks in the waning sunlight.

I watch this cock stain fall to the ocean bellow, thinking he's quite graceful actually, when I hear the car start up behind me. I turn around and wouldn't you know it, that little prick Packie has just left me standing there with my dick in my hand. I mean it's a mile to the nearest road. That rotten son of a bitch.

Have I ever left him standing at the curb after I drove him to a strip club? Did I leave him at the bank when his ass was getting shot off by SWAT? No, because I'm a stand up guy.

Well he can kiss my ass. The next time I see him my bat is going to meet his knee caps.

Fucking Irish gangsters.

Posted by syphaqlies on Thu Jun 5, 2008 @ 5:19 pm EDT | 2 Comments