Los Angeles, CA
I was in the middle of destroying a pastrami sandwich when Nicky asked me how much would I pay to put my face in the middle of Scarlett Johansson's fleshy breasts.
"$1,000," I blurted out.
The follow up question was about two lap dances roughly 3.5 minutes apiece.
That happened to be the same price that I'd pay to spooge over Scarlett's boobies in case you were wondering.
I can't believe this was the topic of conversation last night, and that my girlfriend, a former studio-exec initiated the conversation. Only in Hollyweird.