It actually took longer than I thought for our crew to end up in jail. These past 6 months with these guys has taught me that I need to be even more careful than ever, but these last two days they have been escalating more.
First a shoot out yesterday. What were they thinking??? Blowing up the flamethrower and almost killing the female Nicki?
Then of course, of all things, we walk into a completely unrelated event of the DEA taking down the Russians and get busted by the local cops. I don’t even know what other trouble they got into last night after I went home to play Doom. But whatever ‘business’ they took care of, I bet it didn’t include throwing their guns into the river and getting rid of the evidence.
Well at least Bransen and Sven are free and I was careful in only using my trusty blade. Maybe Loony John will give us some smarter soldiers to work for after these get send to the High Desert State Prison… and they can send Elvis to Rawson-Neal.
So we finally get Nicki back to Loony John and who could have suspected but oh her true love, Angelo, decides maybe he doesn’t love her that much and maybe it is better that he pisses off to some place out of state. And now the wedding’s going forward so that Loony John can secure his agreement with Bobby Torino, in no small part thanks to us and of course our reward for making this whole thing possible isn’t enjoying the beautiful wedding we made possible, but another fucking job. Loony John decides the way to get back at Roman for putting a hit on his daughter is to ruin the fucking cannolis they serve at the casino. Okay. So I call up my buddy Dale who’s up at 4am cause he’s fuckin nuts and of course he’s in for a doin a reverse extermination at some dyke bakery across town. Only when we call the fuckin health department to tell them this place is harboring roaches they don’t seem to care too much and apparently it takes multiple reports of fuckin vermin for them to even send somebody out. Remind me not to eat anything in this fuckin town. So we make a pit stop at the home of Tony’s dyke stripper girlfriend’s place in some shitty part of the city cause it’s that kinda fuckin night I guess and while we’re waitin for him to give her the salami or somethin these fuckin cholos roll up behind us and I gotta do a little tour of the neighborhood while Tony finishes up bangin this dyke. He finally gets his nut or whate3ver and we manage to give these cholos the slip about the same time mostly cause they couldn’t keep up with my fine automobile. So we finally get to have a little rest before goin to this bullshit bakery since apparently we’re gonna have to close them down ourselves if the health department won’t do their fuckin job or maybe just cum in their fuckin cannolis like some teen comedy movie or some shit and when we’re about to go into their fuckin store some crazy fuckin Rusians drive up and park their shit on the sidewalk like real fuckin subtle guys and of course they’re gettin set up by some fuckin DEA sting or some shit so the whole fuckin sidewalk is crawlin with feds and these fuckin boombots think that this fine upstanding italian man looks like some slavic genetic fuckin reject and they rope us into their sting. Now this fuckin DEA scemo is so far up his own ass that he thinks we’re gonna give him tips about the fuckin russian mob. Like who the fuck knows anything about their low level hood shit and even if I did why the fuck would I tell some fed? Well apparently he don’t like that answer too much and he decides to turn us over to the local boys. And now I’m sittin in the lockup waitin to be processed by the boys in blue who maybe have a gun that could connect me to some business that went down last night. All I know is that Bransen better start in with his lawyer schtick real soon and get us the fuck outta here.
Loony John aint gonna like that we didn’t get the job done with these bitch Drago sisters. Why he wants us wastin our time with a bunch of lesbo cannoli stuffers ( I know where they been stuffin those cannolis) instead of protecting him and his family is beyond me. Something don’t feel right there. Maybe he’s just pissed off that his bitch daughta caused so much trouble for him. Her fuckin true love sure stay that true. Whatta fuckin Fazul!
It was nice seein Molly again though, one of these days her, her friend and I need to hook up. She knows she likes the attention, that’s why she gave me the name of the bakery all the while actin like she was mad at me. Those wet backs shoulda known better than to fuck with us, it felt good to teach those bastards a lesson.
Nicki went through a lot of trouble getting his buddy Gribble to contaminate the bakery only to have the fuckin health department kick the fuckin can down the road. Fuckin bureaucratic bull shit. So now we gotta act like a bunch of faggot customers looking to buy some of their shit cannolis while Bransen spikes the cream. Was a good plan too, until this fuckin kike Bernstein showed up and fucked it all up.
This is fucking unbelievable! Sitting here in a fuckin’ jail cell because some gavone DEA agent thinks we know something about those babbo Russians. I already told them we knew nothin about the shoot out and that we didn’t work for nobody named Looney John, but they aint listenin to no reason so we gotta sit here like a bunch of empty suits.
I sure hope Bransen hurrys the fuck up and gets us outa here soon. We gotta fuck up some cannoli’s or Loony John’s gonna have our asses.
Johnny Pisano
It actually took longer than I thought for our crew to end up in jail. These past 6 months with these guys has taught me that I need to be even more careful than ever, but these last two days they have been escalating more.
First a shoot out yesterday. What were they thinking??? Blowing up the flamethrower and almost killing the female Nicki?
Then of course, of all things, we walk into a completely unrelated event of the DEA taking down the Russians and get busted by the local cops. I don’t even know what other trouble they got into last night after I went home to play Doom. But whatever ‘business’ they took care of, I bet it didn’t include throwing their guns into the river and getting rid of the evidence.
Well at least Bransen and Sven are free and I was careful in only using my trusty blade. Maybe Loony John will give us some smarter soldiers to work for after these get send to the High Desert State Prison… and they can send Elvis to Rawson-Neal.
Nicky
So we finally get Nicki back to Loony John and who could have suspected but oh her true love, Angelo, decides maybe he doesn’t love her that much and maybe it is better that he pisses off to some place out of state. And now the wedding’s going forward so that Loony John can secure his agreement with Bobby Torino, in no small part thanks to us and of course our reward for making this whole thing possible isn’t enjoying the beautiful wedding we made possible, but another fucking job. Loony John decides the way to get back at Roman for putting a hit on his daughter is to ruin the fucking cannolis they serve at the casino. Okay. So I call up my buddy Dale who’s up at 4am cause he’s fuckin nuts and of course he’s in for a doin a reverse extermination at some dyke bakery across town. Only when we call the fuckin health department to tell them this place is harboring roaches they don’t seem to care too much and apparently it takes multiple reports of fuckin vermin for them to even send somebody out. Remind me not to eat anything in this fuckin town. So we make a pit stop at the home of Tony’s dyke stripper girlfriend’s place in some shitty part of the city cause it’s that kinda fuckin night I guess and while we’re waitin for him to give her the salami or somethin these fuckin cholos roll up behind us and I gotta do a little tour of the neighborhood while Tony finishes up bangin this dyke. He finally gets his nut or whate3ver and we manage to give these cholos the slip about the same time mostly cause they couldn’t keep up with my fine automobile. So we finally get to have a little rest before goin to this bullshit bakery since apparently we’re gonna have to close them down ourselves if the health department won’t do their fuckin job or maybe just cum in their fuckin cannolis like some teen comedy movie or some shit and when we’re about to go into their fuckin store some crazy fuckin Rusians drive up and park their shit on the sidewalk like real fuckin subtle guys and of course they’re gettin set up by some fuckin DEA sting or some shit so the whole fuckin sidewalk is crawlin with feds and these fuckin boombots think that this fine upstanding italian man looks like some slavic genetic fuckin reject and they rope us into their sting. Now this fuckin DEA scemo is so far up his own ass that he thinks we’re gonna give him tips about the fuckin russian mob. Like who the fuck knows anything about their low level hood shit and even if I did why the fuck would I tell some fed? Well apparently he don’t like that answer too much and he decides to turn us over to the local boys. And now I’m sittin in the lockup waitin to be processed by the boys in blue who maybe have a gun that could connect me to some business that went down last night. All I know is that Bransen better start in with his lawyer schtick real soon and get us the fuck outta here.
Tony D
Loony John aint gonna like that we didn’t get the job done with these bitch Drago sisters. Why he wants us wastin our time with a bunch of lesbo cannoli stuffers ( I know where they been stuffin those cannolis) instead of protecting him and his family is beyond me. Something don’t feel right there. Maybe he’s just pissed off that his bitch daughta caused so much trouble for him. Her fuckin true love sure stay that true. Whatta fuckin Fazul!
It was nice seein Molly again though, one of these days her, her friend and I need to hook up. She knows she likes the attention, that’s why she gave me the name of the bakery all the while actin like she was mad at me. Those wet backs shoulda known better than to fuck with us, it felt good to teach those bastards a lesson.
Nicki went through a lot of trouble getting his buddy Gribble to contaminate the bakery only to have the fuckin health department kick the fuckin can down the road. Fuckin bureaucratic bull shit. So now we gotta act like a bunch of faggot customers looking to buy some of their shit cannolis while Bransen spikes the cream. Was a good plan too, until this fuckin kike Bernstein showed up and fucked it all up.
This is fucking unbelievable! Sitting here in a fuckin’ jail cell because some gavone DEA agent thinks we know something about those babbo Russians. I already told them we knew nothin about the shoot out and that we didn’t work for nobody named Looney John, but they aint listenin to no reason so we gotta sit here like a bunch of empty suits.
I sure hope Bransen hurrys the fuck up and gets us outa here soon. We gotta fuck up some cannoli’s or Loony John’s gonna have our asses.
Justin
You guys are fucking hilarious lol