What the last guy said… good times, lousy friends, this the pahhty that neva ehnds!

Tree guys walk inta a bah in Southie—Sully, Fitzy, an’ Murph. Sully's half in the bag from yellin' at the Sox all aftahnoon. He stumbles in, slaps down a twenty, an’ yells, "PBRs all around, kid!"

Fitzy goes, "Aw yeah, been waitin’ fa this all day since the jackhammah broke at the site." Murph, always bustin’ chops, says, "PBR? What is this, Reveah? Get me a Sam Adams." Sully shoots him a look, "Oh, whaddya think, we’re in Cambridge? Just drink ya beeah."

Tommy, the bahkeep, leans in. "Heah about Mikey? Got pinched tryin' ta swipe a lobstah trap down the Cape." Fitzy cracks up, "Mikey? That kid couldn’t steal a candy bah, nevah mind a lobstah!"

Murph goes, "Prob’ly tryin’ ta impress some broad. Kid can’t even bait a hook." Sully laughs, "Mikey’s wicked smaht in the dumbest ways."

They clink glasses as Tommy flips on the Pats game. The Pats are down tree points, and Sully leans back, "Awright, boys, time fa a comeback."

Just anothah night in Bahston.

Best shoe shiner in the whole game.

he does it live.

this guy is an italian mobster and hes gonna break my kneecaps

My brother.