08 Tuesday 08th July 2014
One time me and a friend went to a strip club at 5 am after we got lost on the way home from a house party. I'd put a load of change in my sock following a particularly unhelpful bump of ketamine and, needless to say, the Polish strippers weren't too keen on grinding on a barefoot man for 78p.
Anyways, not everyone ends up getting kicked out by a Lithuanian bouncer for being broke and inebriated - there are loads of folk who have a bloody great knees up at these joints without taking their shoes off or K-holing. They roll up with their boys and throw stacks and stacks and stacks at these girls. And now they don't even have to use their hands, they can just load all the bills in the Cash Cannon and go Rambo inna da club. Rad.
The video has everything. The low-production value, the monopoly money, not to mention the muzaak version of Jaz-Z's fukwithmeyouknowigotit. You should definitely buy it and finally make it rain.
You won't just make it rain. You'll make it torrential downpour.
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