1999.

You're in your couch in the middle of the night watching random stuff on your apartment's tv with a liter of coke, a half-empty can of Pringles and mess on the floor. There's absolutely nothing interesting on TV-

"Hello, this is Tiffy, you're watching Raw time." A goth girl sits on a chair in a table with a digital switchboard. A small subtitle bellow reading "rAw TiMe 472-CALL" Seems this show is about calling in and asking questions to Tiffy, sounds like fun. Bet the audience thinks that too-"

Caller: "B#$ch, you're ugly, f@%king hoe, HAHAHAHA, RAH RAH RAH!-"

Tiffy: "Ok, raw time." She would switch to the next call

She would smile ignoring the frequent insults and degenerates that came into this show to insult, degrade and abuse her verbally, over and over again. She's pretty accustomed to it

Caller: "You trashy b#tch."

Tiffy: She would shrug as she looked to the side "Yep, that's me" She would switch to the next caller "Raw time." Seems you could tune in too and call her or just keep watching this