“Here’s how sophisticated Vice’s audience is: One time, I met this girl at the Charleston and I told her I was interning for Vice. And she’s like “Cool, let’s go back to my place fuck.” [sic] So, we go back to her place, she puts on some Finnish electronica, then calls up her ex-boyfriend and asks him if he wants to come over and have a three-way with a dude who works at Vice. He said no fucking way. But still, she was totally into it!”
I definitely feel weird making any jokes about this, so just imagine the ones I am thinking of right now.
No, funnier.
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