Bananas!

So, I found myself tending bar one night in the hottest club in Borneo. It was a typical night for Chimi - the house music pumping, ladies' clothes falling, and the tropical drinks blending - at least until we ran out of bananas.

So what do you do if you're a retired former NFL all star who refuses to play football unless its in all star games doing ethnographic work on the power of his own sex healing on the women of Tortuga and the club runs out of banans? You find a shit-ton of bananas!