O'Malley'
s Bar is a place where bad shit goes down. People originally went there when they had a thirst, but after a while it slid into disrepair and all sorts of fiends started swalling there. There was a strange
aura about the place, it was a local pub run by O'Malley, his horrible
fish-faced wife and his duaghter Siobhan. Siobhan could pull a sweet wee pint, but still got grief off all of the dicks and scumbags that descended on O'Malley'
s. You know the type, the kind of guy who pays a whore to let him walrus, scissor and Birmignham booty call her.
Anyways, O'Malley'
s got
pretty vicious one night. Some guy came in and basically shot the shit out of everyone in it. All the locals - Mr. Brookes, Richardson, O'Malley'
s family and many more - were blasted to hell by some absolute headcase. He even had an erection when the cops found him. O'Malley'
s got shut down soon after and the murderer served 60 hours of community service and is currently taking anger management classes.
Cardinal: Fatt Catt, you wanna go to O'Malley'
s Bar tonight?
Fatt Catt: Did you not hear about the shit that went down in their last
night? Jerry Bellows got slammed with an ash-tray the size of a really big fuckin' brick. All sorts of boyos got wrecked.
Cardinal: Lucky we went to club trax in our fat man pants, eh?