Cloudy Bay (plus Sopranos contest! +2s on lowest posts nsfw) (1160 hits)
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Submitted by Axolotl (View user info) at 2006-06-13 13:27:36 EDT
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"I just have to make this one stop," Michael Brecher said, pulling the car over. The wide, swampy plains of the Meadowlands stretched out, the Hackensack River shimmering in the moonlight.
"Not business?" his wife Joanne asked, a trace of disappointment in her voice. "We have to make Newark airport by ten PM if we want to catch the flight."
"It'll just be a second," Michael said soothingly, grabbing his briefcase and opening the car door. He walked around the car, fixing his light blond-brown hair to look as professional as possible.
Warren Rigley was far shorter than Michael had expected; he was a balding, skinny businessman with a toothy grin and casual attire. Leaning by the entrance to the compound, Rigley began walking toward Brecher and said, "I was wondering when you'd arrive."
"Thank you for the meeting," Michael said, presenting the briefcase. "Congressman Dressler, as well as John Malley, will be pleased. I have to leave quickly, I'm catching a flight to Ireland with my wife. My two children are in the car."
"Well, whattya got?" Rigley asked nasally. "And I'd be happy with no bullet in the back of my head after I take the money, thanks."
"Four hundred thousand," Michael said, unzipping the briefcase and displaying massive bundles of twenty and fifty dollar bills inside. "We have a deal?"
"We have a deal...if you can convince Mr. Malley to buy thirty thousand dollars worth of shares in Rigley Real Estate," Rigley said smiling obnoxiously.
"Warren, about the back of your head..." Michael said warningly, patting his jacket and seemingly taking hold of a trigger.
"Michael!" Joanne called out from across the lot. Rigley laughed.
"You're telling me you're bringing a gun here," Rigley sneered. "With your family—on a plane? Four hundred thousand and investment in my company, Brecher."
"Done," Michael said savagely, handing Rigley the briefcase of money.
"Pleasure doing business with the Sullivan Company," Rigley said as Michael walked back toward his car, his head down.
* * *
Off Pleasant Avenue in a little west of Hackensack, the Maywood Inn was packed with friends and relations of Virgil O'Duinen, who was celebrating sixty years of life. It was a heavily Irish area, and as Sylvester Augusto stepped out into the parking lot for some air, he felt uneasy. His new boss, Don Carlo Dimiglio, was less than friendly with the Irish families.
"Sylvie," John Broadus greeted, walking from his car toward the entrance. "Hope I'm not late."
"Not at all, John," Sylvester replied. "John Malley, Carmine, and the good-looking guy are speaking with one another, I think the birthday boy is in with them."
John and Sylvester walked into the packed bar, and pressed on through the crowd toward the dining room in the back. Inside the long, elegant room, many tables were lined up filled with Virgil's friends and his little family.
Standing by the window, Don McMichael looked out onto the street across to where William Diciccio was stationed with a squad car, just waiting for a reason to arrest someone. He looked out of character in shorts and a t-shirt, a far cry from his usual heavy jackets perfect for hiding guns. His leg had healed from the last Spring, but he still walked with a limp.
"Hey, you're Mr. McMichael, right?" said Jeffrey Nolan's high annoying voice. "Captain of Mr. Malley's Hackensack crew? Can I take a picture?"
There was a flash, and the tan, barrel-chested captain reeled back, temporarily blinded. "Oh...so you like taking pictures, do you?" McMichael asked dangerously.
"I've been interested in the Sullivan company," Jeffrey said enthusiastically. "I know I'm just dating John Malley's daughter right now, but I could be a minor enforcer, an associate maybe..."
"Get out of here, kid," McMichael said dismissively. "Go play your guitar."
"Here, Jeff..." Alexa said quickly, grabbing Jeff's hands and pulling him away from the large mobster. McMichael nodded pleasantly to Alexa, and continued staring out at Diciccio. In another part of the dining room, four newfound friends were speaking about the New Orleans situation.
"Evacuating four hundred and fifty thousand people from the city," Paul Ciceri said, shaking his head. "There's still going to be thousands staying."
"All the poor blacks," Antonio Delgado said. "As it's been said, George Bush don't care about black people."
"I think John Malley might be sending some funds to Louisiana," Raymond Ventry said. Michael Brecher nodded, sipping at a Guinness. "That's what Jackie did after the tsunami." Paul Ciceri tensed up as he did any time Jackie's name was spoken, remembering pulling the trigger on him.
"Lots of corruption, though," Michael said. "They'd steal all the money. Not that we should be accusing...before I left for Ireland, I closed a deal with the Rigley Corporation with a little less than perfect accounting."
"I fleeced the company hired to build the shuttles at Newark Airport," Antonio said with a knowing smile. "One point two million dollars, tax-free. The good-looking guy took a cut of it...he's very strict, much more than Carmine."
"I like how you call Don Dimiglio the good-looking guy," Raymond said. "He's in with Boss Malley, somewhere in another room."
Back through the bar in the secondary dining room, John Malley and Virgil O'Duinen were seated in a corner table with a newly-demoted Carmine Galantro and the new boss of the Dimiglio family, Carlo Dimiglio, the good-looking guy.
"I heard of the recent war between your families whilst imprisoned," Dimiglio said. "Nearly a year since Anthony Porcelli was killed..." He was an obese man with thinning hair and a scrubby white beard on his haggard face. He loved rabbits with a passion, and in his home he would hold a rabbit on his lap to calm him. Twenty-one years of federal prison had taken a toll on his body and mind.
"It was a regrettable instance, but it seems that our families' relationship is better," John Malley replied diplomatically. Virgil remained silent.
"I'm sure you know, godfather, that the Sullivan boss was killed in the war," Carmine Galantro said, sounding like an abused child. "Jackie Sullivan died a little over four months ago. John Malley took over the family, and Virgil is the underboss."
"Ah, the birthday boy," Dimiglio said condescendingly. "I understand your family has moved into some of our rackets in Union city. You have allowed this, Carmine?"
"A peace treaty was negotiated," Carmine said. "In exchange for Jackie's killers staying safe and mutual peace, we gave over several warehouses in Union City and helped John Malley into power. We both agreed to mutually eliminate all FBI cooperators such as Pat Coyle..."
"We have been grateful to your family ever since," John said hopefully.
"My grandfather started this family nearly a hundred years ago, back in 1911," Dimiglio said sourly. "And never in all our years have we ceded any ground to any Irish family, or any Italian family for that matter. Gambetta might be sharing Chinatown with the triads and you might be dealing with the Russians, but the Dimiglio family stays independent. We stay strong."
"Times have changed since you went to jail, Godfather," Carmine said. Paul Ciceri walked into the dining room, making his way over toward the boss' table.
"Shall we go?" Virgil asked.
"Go," Dimiglio said stiffly. "We will talk again about Union City, and this Pat Coyle, who you senselessly let escape. Mark my words, my family will stay powerful."
John Malley and Virgil O'Duinen stood up from the table and left back toward the party in the primary dining room. Paul Ciceri patted John on the back as he passed and sat down with Carmine Galantro and Godfather Dimiglio.
"John Malley is a dangerous man," Dimiglio said. "As is his family. His audacity in Union City and his business is a problem that must be taken care of."
"Are you seriously thinking of attacking the family, godfather," Paul asked warily. "We have had a long peace with them that has proved beneficial to both families."
"Michael Sullivan approached us in August," Dimiglio said, ignoring Paul. "He will help us get rid of John Malley and his officers. Carmine, call Raymond Ventry and Michael Brecher. Peter Malley will not aid us, and Don McMichael is too loyal after his one assassination attempt."
"Godfather, I must question your judgment," Carmine said formally, his no longer polite voice growing faster. "We can coexist without any problems, there is no need to attack Malley."
"You do not understand, Carmine," Dimiglio said coolly. "It is about power. You cannot have two powerful families in New Jersey. We will turn his crews against him, starting with his capos and consiglieres. He will die, and the Sullivans will crumble from the inside. Summon those I named."
"Yes, godfather," Carmine said. He leaned back in his chair, biting his lips nervously. After all this time and work, Dimiglio was going to destroy it all.
* * *
Raymond Ventry and his tall, gaunt right-hand man Dan McCourt walked into Victor's Liquor and Beer in Bloomfield, and found the store nearly empty. A few customers were perusing through the Carlo Rossi section, and the manager, Victor Huang himself, was at the counter on a wireless laptop.
"Boy, I love that Cloudy Bay," Raymond said to Victor, drumming his hands on the desk. "Nice New Zealand wine, nothing beats that. Say, do you have any?"
"A man came in and bought out our last three cases," Victor replied. "It was actually your friend Peter Malley, you could get some off of him."
"You're kidding. Peter Malley?" Raymond frowned. "He wouldn't have happened to buy out your establishment for the Sullivan Company, would he...? Not after I asked him not to..."
"As a matter of fact, yes," Victor answered uneasily. "Quite a large sum...I shouldn't speak of it, not now..."
"Don't worry, I'll be talking to Peter myself," Raymond said, his anger rising. "Come on, Dan. Let's go."
"Yo, how much is that bottle up there?" Dan McCourt asked, pointing up at a large gilded Scotch whiskey.
"That's Johnny Walker Gold Label," Victor said. "Eleven hundred and ninety-nine dollars, ninety-nine cents."
Dan McCourt's jaw dropped, and he walked out with Raymond, shaking his head. As they exited, Dan said, "And he expects to get any business?"
* * *
Much of the Sullivan leadership was in Don McMichael's Hackensack office that Monday, watching the coverage of Hurricane Katrina. Peter and John Malley, as well as Don McMichael and his gunman Paddy Kelly were gathered around the TV in the back of the insurance offices, viewing scenes of flooded New Orleans streets.
"Goddamn Bush," McMichael said hollowly.
"Please, I hope that was sarcasm," Michael Brecher smiled, walking into the office with the water bottle John Malley had requested. "Here's the water. Raymond Ventry's here to see you, he sounds mad."
"It's always something with that son of a bitch," John Malley groaned. "Our very own George Costanza. Let him in."
"Tell him to shave his fuckin' bush," McMichael chuckled; no one else laughed.
Michael Brecher exited the room, and Peter Malley looked away from John. "I think I made Raymond mad," Peter said. "We had a bit of a turf argument over a racket in Bloomfield, and I resolved it...somewhat."
"You should have came to me, bro," John said, eyes still focused on CNN. "It's my job to handle arguments inside the family."
In a short time, Michael Brecher came back up the office stairs, looking sour. Following him was Raymond Ventry in a spiked leather jacket, followed by a tall, curly-haired Dan McCourt. As soon as he walked in and saw Peter, Raymond lost his mind.
"Is it too much to fucking ask that I be consulted before you move into my own goddamn territory?" Raymond said, immediately flying into a rage, a finger pointed at Peter.
"Whoa, calm down, Raymond," John said, standing up, feeling strangely threatened.
"He knew I was after those Cloudy Bays!" Raymond snapped, still pointing at Peter. "Not only did he buy out the whole establishment, he snagged every last case of the Cloudy fucking Bay!"
"For the family!" Peter argued. "I'm paying every cent of the racket back to the Sullivan family bank! My jurisdiction, my decision. Bloomfield is part of my turf, it's Essex County."
"Essex County?" Raymond said in a low, angry voice. "Where do you draw the borders, Amerigo Vespucci? What does that give me, just Paterson and Clifton? Bloomfield's a border land, it's not your personal fiefdom for you to exploit as you wish, cocksucker!"
"Ease up Ray, that's my brother you're talking to. If it's a border land, and Peter got there first..." John said thoughtfully.
"I think he's right, boss," Dan McCourt said in Raymond's ear. Raymond shot a scathing glance at him and turned back to the Malley brothers. Leaning his scrubbed-raw hand on the desk, he stared coldly at Peter, who seemed shaken by his anger.
"Look, it's bad enough that we have Don Dimiglio trying to reassert control over the North Ward and Bergen County," Michael Brecher said. "Let's not fight amongst ourselves, especially not over a bottle of wine."
"It's not the point," Raymond said more calmly, shaking his head, his lips tight.
"What are you trying to do then?" Michael asked. "Just getting into a pissing contest to impress all your macho buddies? Look how I intimidated the restaurant owner, guys!"
"Raymond," Peter said concedingly, his back breaking. "I'll give you two of the cases of Cloudy Bay. No charge at all. I'm sorry, I should have consulted John first."
"All right," Raymond said grudgingly, standing back up. "That'll...that's okay. I'll take the cases, you keep Bloomfield."
"This is settled?" John Malley asked, looking at both his brother and Raymond. "No more fighting over this store?"
"Done," Peter said, leaning forward to shake Raymond's hand. Raymond took a glance at Peter's hand, and all the places it could have been gruesomely shot through his mind.
"It's settled," Raymond nodded, declining the handshake. He grabbed his claddagh ring and began compulsively twirling it on his finger. "I'll see you soon. You know where I'll be."
With that, Raymond and Dan McCourt left the office. Paddy Kelly smiled slyly, still watching coverage from Louisiana. "I'm definitely sneezing on him next time he comes around," Kelly said.
http://www.ubersite.com/u/Axolotl/l/the_malleys
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Here's a collage of nine people whacked on the Sopranos. Give me their names, and their killer(s)' names, and recieve 5 +2s on your 5 lowest rated posts.
User Reviews
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 21:09:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by dr_weazel (user info) at 2006-06-13 19:25:58 (#)
Ranking: -2
Jeesus-fuck this Sopranos rip-off crap has to stop.
Long-winded, boring and a ridiculously overused theme.
Fuck off and die with this crap. No-one wants to read/hear/watch another fucking boring-ass "mob" story.
-2DIE
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I can't help it if you attention span can't reach six pages of a word document. I would search for the reviews of people who think this is phenomenal, if I wasn't so sure you were an alter. About the Sopranos, I've only seen a few episodes, and I found this season terribly boring.
Gotten the nerve to do a post yet, or are you still busy just annoying others?
Submitted by dr_weazel (user info) at 2006-06-13 19:25:58 EDT (#)
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Jeesus-fuck this Sopranos rip-off crap has to stop.
Long-winded, boring and a ridiculously overused theme.
Fuck off and die with this crap. No-one wants to read/hear/watch another fucking boring-ass "mob" story.
-2DIE
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:57:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:21:48 (#)
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God damn nothing pisses me off more than shit like this. Go stab yourself in the nuts and shoot yourself in the fucking face so I never have to worry about you having kids.
Fucking Ass-Fuck.
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Why the fuck would I want a +2 on my post? You're a shit-eater. I hope you choke on the giant penis you sucked to get those pictures.
Fuck you.
Fuck!
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Thanks 26394
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:55:08 EDT (#)
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Great story man
Submitted by awesome_face (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:52:24 EDT (#)
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You fucking suck.
I gotta start reading these.
link whores because you might want to take part in it http://www.ubersite.com/m/89138
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:18:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:20:26 (#)
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Why the fuck would I want a +2 on my post? You're a shit-eater. I hope you choke on the giant penis you sucked to get those pictures.
Fuck you.
Fuck!
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I'm sorry that you yourself have to suck penises to access Wikipedia, but I can't say I have the same problem.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:16:27 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/89130
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 16:15:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:51:31 (#)
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this was a phenominal chapter.
i don't know what the fuck everyone's bitching about "it's like you read a phonebook for these names."
it's a ~15 chapter book so far. he has 20 names. whoppdee fucking doo cuntrags.
ps. i hate new jersey italians.
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Two main characters, tops, with a bunch of supporters. The story's for some, not for others, I suppose.
I'm related to and know too many Jersey italians to hate them...
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:51:31 EDT (#)
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this was a phenominal chapter.
i don't know what the fuck everyone's bitching about "it's like you read a phonebook for these names."
it's a ~15 chapter book so far. he has 20 names. whoppdee fucking doo cuntrags.
ps. i hate new jersey italians.
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:43:35 EDT (#)
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I didn't read below either.
1.) RALPH CIPHERATO-SEASON 4: TONY AND RALPH BUY A HORSE TOGETHER, AND TONY
GETS MAD THAT RALPH KILLED THE HORSE FOR THE INSURANCE MONEY, TONY STRANGLES
HIM AND CHRISTOPHER CUTS OFF HIS HEAD AND HANDS SO HE CAN'T BE ID'D.
2.) JACKIE APREAL-SEASON 3: RALPH CIPHERATO HAS HIM KILLED BECAUSE HE ROBBED
ONE OF RALPH'S/TONY'S POKER GAMES. FAGGOT ASS VITO SHOOTS HIM IN THE BACK OF
THE HEAD.
3.) BRENDAN-SEASON 1: BRENDAN IS CHRISTOPHER'S FRIEND AND JUNIOR DOESN'T LIKE
HIM SO HE HAS MIKEY PALMICE SHOOT HIM IN HIS BATHTUB.
4.) RICHIE APREAL-SEASON 2: JANICE (TONY'S SISTER) SHOOTS HIM FOR NO REAL
REASON, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER BECAUSE TONY HAS JUST ORDERED A HIT ON HIM FOR
FUCKING WITH EVERYTHING.
5.) **I COULDN'T MAKE OUT WHO WAS IN THIS PICTURE**
6.) MIKEY PALMICE-SEASON 1: PAULIE AND CHRISTOPHER RUN THIS GUY DOWN IN THE
WOODS BECAUSE HE WAS IN ON THE SHOOTING OF TONY IN THE FIRST SEASON THAT JUNIOR
ORDERED.
7.) CHRISTOPHER-SEASON 2: TWO OF CHRISTOPHER'S GUYS DECIDE THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HIM FOR NO APPARENT REASON, HE LIVED AND TONY PERSONALLY KILLED THE GUYS
8.) CHUCKY SIGNORE-SEASON 1: THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST HITS EVER...THIS GUY WAS
IN ON THE SHOOTING OF TONY IN THE FIRST SEASON, TONY JUST COMES UP TO THIS GUY
AND AND PULLS A .38 OUT OF A FISHES MOUTH AND SHOOTS HIM.
9.) BIG PUSSY-SEASON 2: THIS GUY WAS ONE OF TONY'S GUYS, THEY HAD TO KILL HIM
BECAUSE TONY CAUGHT HIM WEARING A WIRE.
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:21:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
God damn nothing pisses me off more than shit like this. Go stab yourself in the nuts and shoot yourself in the fucking face so I never have to worry about you having kids.
Fucking Ass-Fuck.
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-13 15:20:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Why the fuck would I want a +2 on my post? You're a shit-eater. I hope you choke on the giant penis you sucked to get those pictures.
Fuck you.
Fuck!
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:29:28 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/89131
Above is the post by Quartermain today, a plagiarism of an Onion article. Bart removed it from the front page, but Quartermain still needs the -2s and insults he so richly deserves.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:26:26 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:14:31 (#)
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File name =
1. Ralph Cifaretto
2. Jackie Aprile (he wasn't whacked, he died of cancer)
3. Brendan Filone
4. Richie Aprile
5. Dino Zinelli
6. Mikey Palmice
7. Don't know where the fuck this is from, but it's not Sopranos
8. Chucky Signore
9. Pussy
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Number seven is Christopher Moltisanti in "Full Leather Jacket" after he was shot by Matthew Bevilacqua and Sean Gismonte. Everyone else is correct, except it's Jackie April Jr.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:16:47 EDT (#)
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Whoops, now I feel like a dick...that's Jackie Jr....sorry.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:15:26 EDT (#)
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And, if you'd like, I'll tell you what episode and for what reason.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:14:31 EDT (#)
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File name =
1. Ralph Cifaretto
2. Jackie Aprile (he wasn't whacked, he died of cancer)
3. Brendan Filone
4. Richie Aprile
5. Dino Zinelli
6. Mikey Palmice
7. Don't know where the fuck this is from, but it's not Sopranos
8. Chucky Signore
9. Pussy
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-13 14:08:49 EDT (#)
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Actually you are wrong Mr. Axolotl. Jackie Aprile died of cancer in the "meadowlands" episode. What do I win for that?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:51:33 EDT (#)
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dude, I have say, I can't read these...it's like you barfed out a phonebook with all these names.
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:43:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:41:23 (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:40:04 (#)
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1. Ralph Cifaretto - Tony beat him with a frying pan and strangled him, then they cut him up in the bathtub
2. Jackie Aprile - Vito Spatafore shot him
3. Don't know
4. Richie Aprile - Janice Soprano shot him
5.6.7.8. Don't know
9. Big Pussy Bonpensiro - Tony and some other guys threw him off a yacht or something
Now I'm going to go read your story.
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Four correct, that's worth somethign.
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All of mine are right fucker.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:41:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:40:04 (#)
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1. Ralph Cifaretto - Tony beat him with a frying pan and strangled him, then they cut him up in the bathtub
2. Jackie Aprile - Vito Spatafore shot him
3. Don't know
4. Richie Aprile - Janice Soprano shot him
5.6.7.8. Don't know
9. Big Pussy Bonpensiro - Tony and some other guys threw him off a yacht or something
Now I'm going to go read your story.
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Four correct, that's worth somethign.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:40:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
1. Ralph Cifaretto - Tony beat him with a frying pan and strangled him, then they cut him up in the bathtub
2. Jackie Aprile - Vito Spatafore shot him
3. Don't know
4. Richie Aprile - Janice Soprano shot him
5.6.7.8. Don't know
9. Big Pussy Bonpensiro - Tony and some other guys threw him off a yacht or something
Now I'm going to go read your story.
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:37:48 EDT (#)
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1. An actor killed by an actor.
2. An actor killed by an actor.
3. An actor killed by an actor.
4. An actor killed by an actor.
5. An actor killed by an actor.
6. An actor killed by an actor.
7. An actor killed by an actor.
8. An actor killed by an actor.
9. An actor killed by an actor.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-06-13 13:27:50 EDT (#)
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There we go.