Get Fit Or Die Tryin’

So Martin Foley was shot again over the weekend. The man hilariously nicknamed ‘The Viper’ has now been shot more times than US rapper 50 Cent, although he hasn’t had the monetary success that the colander like ‘Fiddy’ has as a result of his being a ‘Gangsta’.

 

While Mr. Cent lives in a Hollywood mansion, wears diamonds on every finger, dresses in fur coats and bathes in champagne with a bevvy of hot ‘bitchez’ every night, Foley still lives in squalor in Crumlin, claims Community Welfare benefits, has sickeningly greasy hair, a massive homosexual mustache and wears horrible old smelly jumpers. I can only imagine the state of his bird.

Face it Foley. You’re shite at being a gangster.

The self confessed ‘health and fitness fanatic’ was used as target practice on Saturday afternoon while coming out of the Carlisle gym in Kimmage. A few years ago he was shot coming out of a swimming pool. Doesn’t sound too fucking healthy to me.

But unfortunately he lives on, taking up valuable space in St James’s hospital.

What type of gammy eyed hitmen are we producing in this country these days? There’s plenty of guns around, but it seems that no one has actually learnt how to use them.

Personally, if it was me, I’d hire a couple of Latvian’s to do it.

 

Edit: I haven’t been reading much bloggage over the last few days, but after publishing this, I see that both that robbing bastard Bock and that major cunt Twenty have made similar observations about the shiteness of the gunman and the crapness of Irish gangsters. Oh well.

~ by oftroad on January 28, 2008.