Turns out, they were promoting the release of their upcoming album Poison'd, that's entirely comprised of (shitty) cover songs. Ugh, it was awful. Poison, you broke my 7th-grade heart.
Sweet Tits Whoomped her way into last place! (But at least she managed to block Fatty from gloating with his "I'm number one!" pose in the background).
Live Show gets the thumbsdown! Here's us in the parking lot trying to assess the financial damage. Our four Russian "strippers" managed to fleece the four of us for a grand total of €120 in less than 20 minutes! And we still didn't manage to see any heines! We hopped in the car to drive the remaing 1/4 mile back to our resort, and in the moment of silence after we were finished laughing hysterically at what had just happened we all heard Grant say quietly to himself: "Hmmmmm. A hundred Euros, eh?" Hahahahaha.
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