On a works do and some Irish **** called Mick came upto me with all his mates saying "Here, pal, know anywhere with a few strippers?" Well I took them down to this bar in Soho (which my mate owns) and laced their booze to knock them out. My mate then swiped the Irish one's credit card and put it through his machine for 1300 sovs and made up some receipt to show he'd been enjoying dances for when he woke up. He doesn't know it but some Turks also shot their hot muck over his coupon while he was out cold. ****ing Irish, thick as ****
