I like the smoke, the booze and the broads. Every time I'm in the mood for a good knock down, drag out, good ole' fashion bar brawl, I head on down to Stake Out and BOOM! I get sucker punched walkin' through the door! Oh man! The fights will just make yo toes curl. One time my cousin Joey lost a tooth to some knuckle head Miami fan wielding a baseball bat. He's got one ugly grill these days and can whistle like angels sing! It's all in good fun, cause we SQUISHED THEM FISH! The Stake Out is the kind of place where you walk right in, Jimbo's got a leg up on the beer cooler, all smiles at ya and always yellin about how he needs to wake up. Jim's one sleepy SOB but he pours em strong and damn fine back up in a fight, if you get my drift. Not to mention, Jimbo can bring that' tail in and keep the party rollin'. Real good guy that Jimbo, real good guy.