Last week word came thru the grapevine that Vikki's imaginary land lover Tommy has fallen into the clutches of The evil stripper from Detroit whose pole dancing skills will take a try on his 2 inch peen.
Why must poor Vikki endure another day sitting alone drinking 30 beers a day, eying a pile of dirty clothes inside the laundry basket, flicking cigs at the computer screen, and and cleaning the house of broken mirror glass.
