Sometimes I go to this hole in the wall bar for Boston fans in Chicago because my buddies Oats and Southie like to go, and it's grown on me. You're guaranteed that the bartender gal with giant boobs will get three quarters drunk midway through her shift and then way beyond drunk once she punches out and gets on the other side of the bar. You can just tell she was smoking hot around 7 years ago, but the hard living has taken its tole on that face of hers.
One time a cop with giant mutton chops came in to deal with a regular who was stumbling all over the place, and I realized the cop was a regular too when the big chested bartender said, "I got an 8 ball over here, so you better frisk me!" The cop just hung out talking to folks for a bit and then took the stumbler home in his squad car.
Last week I was in there watching the Celtics, back when they were still in the playoffs, and for whatever reason some lady in there was going off about Asian massage parlors and damning any man who ever set foot it one. She was greatly outnumbered by men defending this practice, one of which was quoted as saying that "a happy ending is really just a natural ending." I Googled this phrase, and it does not appear as if it has been used in this sense, at least not in the first page of Google. So, I'm giving this fella full credit and dropping this phrase for all 7 of my readers to see. Thanks, buddy, and thanks, shit-hole bar.