The burgeoning anti-50 Cent wrath

Last night, kinda late, I went out for a drink with a lady friend. We popped into a place that I've frequented for some time, an Irish pub, and took a couple of seats at the end of the bar. Paulie, the bombastic, middle-aged Irish bartender who's worked the night shift there for years, was behind the bar doing his usual thing, except that last night he was amped up a little more than usual. He was shit-faced actually. I don't think there's any other way to put it. Shit-faced to the point of chronic inattentiveness, perpetual drink spillage, uber-offensive commentary, etc. After sitting at the bar for about ten minutes before he noticed us, he came over and poured our drinks and promptly launched into a rambling diatribe that encompassed everything from his service with the Irish army in Beirut in the 1980s, his having to toss out two Puerto Ricans earlier in the night, how the confederacy should have won the civil war (seriously)...he was just a complete mess. But one person/thing he seemed to hold particular contempt for last night was 50 Cent. He kept going on and on and on about how 50 Cent was a pussy and how he was gonna find 50 Cent and kick his ass. I couldn't really wrap my brain around Paulie's hatred of 50 Cent at the time, and neither could my lady friend, but after seeing this it's all starting to make a little sense...


-via Gawker