OK picture this. Friday night comes. I checked my bank balance. Bang!! Loadsa muney!! So I drew out £200, cos these days coke is really expensive especially mixed with alcohol. Later on, I rang a few of the man dem for a sess round mine. They're all here and we decide, 'Blud mana gonna get crunked out tonight!' To which we replied 'nah mean fam? Cos tomorrow, mana gonna get absolutley paraletic on saturday night, like them whie boys init.' So we get the sniff out, hennesey (can't spell cavouirssiea?) and some my man is grinding the chesse...Then this comes on and we take a long hard look at our lifes.



We got told.