Elsewhere, AJ and Mop-Top are heading over to Devin's house. As they drive, Moppy delivers the following sex advice to AJ: "The thing is to keep knocking on the door without going in right away. You gotta poke the perimeter and tap on the gate until she's out of her fucking mind and begging. Then you own that shit. That pussy is yours." Shut up, Harry Notter. And furthermore, my plans to use that nickname for him in the future are only compounded when he proceeds to actually uses the word "forsooth" in a sentence. God, what a tool. AJ reports that he's heard Devin's house is nice, and then the boys pull up in front of a cute little home with a gate in front. Harry describes the place as "sort of Bo Peepish," but that's only until he realizes it's just the gatehouse. Heh. After announcing themselves into the intercom, the boys drive into what appears to be an incredibly large estate. They pull up in front of a house that dwarfs even Das Sopranohaus, and are questioned by a security guard until Devin runs out to claim them. AJ walks over to his girlfriend, and offers up a pretty lame, "Wow. Nice place."

Meanwhile, Artie is attempting to drown his sorrows with Vicodin and Armangac. That's probably not a good idea. He sits in his living room, sobbing and feeling sorry for himself, but the sad truth is that I just can't bring myself to care about this particular plotline. Artie has always been portrayed as a clown on this show, and while it's true that he's a damn good one, it's also true that clowns are always better in small doses. Especially when they're not even the crying-on-the-inside kind. I guess he's just not important enough to me to merit an A plot like this one, but I suppose there are also plenty of people who felt that way about Hesh in "A Hit Is A Hit" or some other featured player in some other episode I can't think of right now. So while all you Artie fans out there rejoice, I'm just going to move on to the next paragraph, because that one has nudity.