Wading around in his pool, Joey read through the week's Entertainment Magazine. Glancing up, he saw one of his entourage, Bill, walking by.
"Hey, Billy boy!" Joey laughed in his Boston accent. Guess who was just declared sexiest girl alive?"
"I dunno, you're mother?" Bill shrugged, pausing by the pool door.
"No," Joey grinned, shaking his head. "Jessica Biel."
"Oh damn, she's hot! Did you see Chainsaw Massacre and her tits in that wife-beater? Fucking smokin'!"
"I was busy checking out her ass, man. And those hips. Do you think I should call her?"
Bill nodded. "Sure, and if she isn't interested in you, let me talk to her."
"Like she'd wanna fuck you."
"Hey, you never know..."
"But I'm gonna call her."
"Cool."
"Yeah, right now."
"That's cool man, but just keep in mind what I said. I think I can handle those titties."
Joey couldn't help but smirk as Bill walked out, obviously deep in thought of Jessica Biel's knockers.