Omg there's a pub on Oxford Street (lovingly known as Gay street in Sydney cause it's the epicenter of the fun, frilly, feathered, fabulous and flamboyant ♡=♡ rainbow ones) that has a Bottle-o (Aussie slang for bottle shop aka alcohol store just in case Stan is watching and needs a translation ... again!) With a sign that says ☆LIQUOR IN THE FRONT, POKER IN THE BACK!☆ Best metaphor ever - get your roadies (take away bottles of grog aka piss aka BWS aka Beer, wine and spirits) at the front and if you enjoy the mindless gambling away of your life savings and the drone of stupid repetitive computerized songs with shitty rolling graphics, big stupid glowing buttons you tap hard cause one you like the sound and two, thinking that if you're aggressive to the machine it might just behave and make you back half of what you initially spent. Then there's the riveting pissed as a fart (drunken) convos (conversations) with complete rando's (randoms ... bloody hell Stan, get with the program!) there's a seedy poker machine room for you out the back!