From Vickie! Woo-hoo! It's very fancy.
Now, how the hell am I supposed to interview my best friend?
Q: Hey, Vickie, remember in eighth-grade American history when Mr. Reeder confiscated the note we were passing that said "shove a plum up your twat?" That was pretty funny, huh?
Well, I'll think of something. Thanks, Vickie! You're too kind. Let's do the e-mail interview in the next several days.