Come for the extras, stay for the shitshow

At its best, the pig is like the bar in cheers, albeit dipped in a spittoon and dragged through a bowl of cockroaches. You walk in and everything and everyone is just where you left it. They remember what you drink, except of course Leigh.

At its worst, everything is exactly as you left it. An overweight and ill proportioned Pam lethargically holds the pole to stay standing...”but her tits are huge!” You say?

Everything is huge, G.

Korina skulks around answering that burning question “what if Jay Leno got a sex change?”

“But she gives amazing head” you say.