However, it turns out that they're having one of them there Hippety Hop nights.
Hoorah! The double-soundproofed back room should save us from the blinged up bros an' hos...
...but has I got nudes for you - it seems that Gansta Style is taking over the entire pub. And you have to pay. On the door. A whole £5.
£5! To sit in an alternative punk & rock bar, listening to Warren G, Snoop Pooper Scoop, Puff Diddling With His Diddy Dick, 2pack of crisps, Eww Tan Clan and A Tribe That's Questionable. or something.
So, what do we do? Relocate to The Wildman, and get hemmed in by shouty trendies, or try and fit in wit' da mamdem down The Owl Sactuary, innit?
Yo, I cans, like, be all da shizzle. Fo' realz blood. I can chill in da bar fo' sho, and has teh drive-by shots of JD. Me an' mah homies git all up in some scrubs grill y'all, and, like, show them biatches who da man. Ya gits me, brah? I just needs me some bling, yeah. Booyakkah. Safe, blood. Safe.
Yeah, I think I can blend in! Dig out the old ghetto threads and it's bootylicious bump & grindin' wit' some bang tidy phat good girl who knows she wants it all the way! Check eet:
*Does that gangsta flicky throwy clicky fingers thing*
Wikki Wikki Wikki Wikipedia. or sumt'in.
I's so down wit' da kidz tho, innit like.
