A place where people satisfy and sometimes overindulge their craving for drink and delight. Not a dive bar, but not a pretentious pub. Things get lively, but bartenders don't flash their knockers.
Hans had a week of nonsense, lies, and disappointments. His mom told him that the only thing that would hit the spot would be going to the thirst parlor. He did and all his problems paused.
Buffalo Wings and Rings is a total fecal parlor! The wings I had last were so fucking bad, I had to eat a half a can of cat food afterwards to get the taste outta my mouth. I was up half the night blowing up the shitter.
- Hey, listen! With all the atrocities you have committed throughout your life, the only way you will find to get outta this shitty place here, son, is the back gate parlor.