Here in sun-soaked Hollywood, me and the rest of the Tech Services boys eat lunch every Monday and Friday at the Baja Fresh up the street. For those of you not from SoCal, Baja is the best utterly non-authentic mexican semi-fast food on the planet. Being as it is here in Hollywood the panorama of female natural (and unnatural) beauty actually warps the fabric of reality.
Which brings rise to the lunchtime fun game of "Are those breasts real?" Personally, I suck at the game, but one pal of mine used to be a fashion photographer, and really has the eye. His word is usually taken as final. I know this may sound crass, but it's the same game everyone else in there is playing - I'm just getting a writeup out of it.