A knock on the door arouses intense and sensual sexual activity with large artificial breasts.

Did I just get off the phone with you last night?

You were in Wisconsin.

Dude, Wisconsin sucks, all right?

It is freezing there.

All the girls are wearing sweaters.

I thought I'd come out and see you out here in L.A.,

maybe find me a California bimbo with big hooters.

Oh, man, excuse me.

This place is fucking nice.

You're doing all right, bro.

You know, you're doing all right for yourself.

I mean, I'm still living in a place

the size of our dorm room.

So let me get this straight.

You got off the phone with me last night,

and you just hopped on a plane,

came to L.A. for what, titties?

Well, yeah, I mean, look.

I'm sort of in between jobs right now,

and look, I figured you're this big time L.A. photographer now.

I thought I could come out here,

and you could, I don't know,

train me to be your apprentice.

You know, give me a few tips.

Oh, I see.

Come on, man, I'm on a mission.

I'm on a titty hunt.

I'm addicted to titties, all right?

Yeah, get all the endings.

You haven't changed a bit since college.

Listen, it is not that easy, okay?

I mean, I don't sit on set and drool over titties all day, all right?

I'm a fashion photographer.

It's the art of the human body.

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