NYC stories 4

[CQ Beans]

(1) Back in the 1980’s New York saw it’s last wave of Irish immigrants as in the nuttiest kind (Donegal, etc) naturally my father became friends with one of them. He was a bad addict not meaning the drink but the dice and cards.

So he goes to my father whose uncle use to run gambling parlors in LIC/Astoria and asks for a loan. My pops knows the ending which is to say he knows this lunatic is going to welch on his debt. He recommends this other gangster who used to run houses in Staten Island/Ozone Park.

Obviously this dude loses everything. My father tried to tell him Cuz, you need to pay this guy at least something or he’ll get in trouble. His friend goes,’ Fuck, that guniea. I don’t need to give him anything!’

I’m pretty sure you can actually google this. My pops and this guy were walking down Northern Blvd to get some after work beers and this mafioso literally walked right up to this Irishman and fucking shot him in the chest.

All the way to the hospital he fucking laughed and not only that lived.

Edit: I had 2 and part 3 planned but this thread has gone on long enough.

 

[The Shah of Iran]

The moral of this story? Don't lend money to Irish people.

 

[CQ Beans]

The moral of this story? Don't lend money to Irish people.

Or accept money from Italians. Either way.

 

[StlakerFatti]

debtors should always set some money from the loan aside to fund the killing of the creditor

 

[BrotherMan1488]

(1) Back in the 1980’s New York saw it’s last wave of Irish immigrants as in the nuttiest kind (Donegal, etc) naturally my father became friends with one of them. He was a bad addict not meaning the drink but the dice and cards.

So he goes to my father whose uncle use to run gambling parlors in LIC/Astoria and asks for a loan. My pops knows the ending which is to say he knows this lunatic is going to welch on his debt. He recommends this other gangster who used to run houses in Staten Island/Ozone Park.

Obviously this dude loses everything. My father tried to tell him Cuz, you need to pay this guy at least something or he’ll get in trouble. His friend goes,’ Fuck, that guniea. I don’t need to give him anything!’

I’m pretty sure you can actually google this. My pops and this guy were walking down Northern Blvd to get some after work beers and this mafioso literally walked right up to this Irishman and fucking shot him in the chest.

All the way to the hospital he fucking laughed and not only that lived.

Edit: I had 2 and part 3 planned but this thread has gone on long enough.

What did the Irishman think of Chop Cheeeee?

 

[CQ Beans]

What did the Irishman think of Chop Cheeeee?

It was straight outta Queens!

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

(1) Back in the 1980’s New York saw it’s last wave of Irish immigrants as in the nuttiest kind (Donegal, etc) naturally my father became friends with one of them. He was a bad addict not meaning the drink but the dice and cards.

There was always an unending stream of Irish immigrants moving to Sunnyside when i lived there a few years ago. I remember listening to two retarded irish construction workers talk about stealing magazines out of people's mail in one of the irish bars on queens blvd right there outside of LIC

 

[CQ Beans]

There was always an unending stream of Irish immigrants moving to Sunnyside when i lived there a few years ago. I remember listening to two retarded irish construction workers talk about stealing magazines out of people's mail in one of the irish bars on queens blvd right there outside of LIC

That’s why the 7 was called the whiskey train.

 

[StlakerFatti]

That’s why the 7 was called the whiskey train.

The only other nickname i'm aware of is for the N line.

 

[BrotherMan1488]

It was straight outta Queens!

I feel Jew York City hot dogs don't get enough love here I want to eat a hot dog in Time Square while watching Sandy Kane topless