 She was awesome. I loved her, yeah. I know. Cal listened to her every single night. Oh, well, she had a radio program, a little three-minute, you know, good sex with Dr. 855. I learned nothing, by the way. Anyway, go ahead. Yes, you did. You wrote, took notes. Take notes on your hand, and then we'd get all sweaty and smeared. I forgot what I was supposed to do. Dang it.