<human>: First a little background.  I'm in DC for the summer, so I've been killing some free time at the Smithsonians.  Didn't take me long to decide that the average, run of the mill museum experience can be greatly "enhanced" with a bit of the sticky icky (hey, it's legal here - get off my back).  Seriously, if you've never checked out the Air 'n' Space with your head in the clouds you aren't living.

So, anyway, I'm subletting with a buddy of mine and I float out the idea of heading to the Smithsonian of Art on a fine Saturday morning.  Smoke a bit beforehand?  Perfect.  Soon my hangover was evaporating in the breeze - we were on our way. 

After a meandering bike ride up Virginia Ave, we were at the Mall.  Mere moments later, we were lost in a world of Picasso, van Gogh, and fanny pack-wielding tourists.  Things were going exactly according to plan.

That is, until we reached the works of the late, great Joachim Wtewael.  Now, I don't consider myself a man in-the-know when it comes to artists, and, frankly, I had never heard of this dude.  But, as they say, curiosity killed the cat.  

One thing that even the most casual observer of our friend Wtewael's masterwork reveals that he was a man of voluptuous and sensual taste.  To be blunt, the man was a fan of the female form - even for an artist.  

"What's this guy's deal?" I thought to myself.  I had to know.  So I googled him.

"Ah!" I discovered aloud.  "He's a mannerist."

"He's a mammarist?" my friend replied, confusion written across his face.  "So he really likes boobs?"

As can be expected of two stoned twenty-somethings in an Art museum, we lost it.  Following a rather uncomfortable chat with security, we took their suggestion to leave the premises and come back some other time.

Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?
<bot>: Got high. Got art. Friend misheard me saying mannerist as mammarist and logically concluded that Wtewael paints exclusively boobs.