Why did I go down this path? Oh right, boobs. I love boobs.
Originally I was going to have a Barney Stinson-type character follow Jack around, figuring Jack would somehow lead him to scoring. Plenty of jokes would ensue, and you would all die of laughter. But then my concious spoke to me – “Ironballs (what my concious calls me), do you really want the deaths of millions on your hands because your strip is just too funny?”
You should all thank my concious, he saved you from a raucous rapture.