When I was working for a literary agent, my boss was the coolest chick ever, a female power bottom who was channeling all of her sexual energy into making me organize the files.
But she had a wicked sense of humor, too, and we made a dangerous amount of mischief, sometimes in the mail. When Oprah Winfrey lost every ounce of fat from her body (remember how stick-think she was?), Sandra thought it would be hilarious to write her and ask for her fat clothes.
The above letter is the actual response we received...we were not the only panhandling fatties!