Your ideal woman seems to be a hippy Stevie Nicks type chick. That is funny! In 1991 when I was working as a flight attendant for Delta Airlines, who should walk aboard First Class but Stevie Nicks and her big fat lesbian traveling companion/personal assistant. I had to ask the companion if that really WAS Ms. Nicks as she (Stevie) was so bloated and blotchy I wasn't quite sure. Throughout the evening from Miami to LA, Ms. Nicks became obsessed with the one person who would not pay any attention to her. Everyone else wanted her autograph and I have to say she was very gracious, drawing witches on cocktail napkins and personalizing all of them for everyone in first class (about 6 people). But this one guy.....he did not care at all who she was and it drove her crazy. To this day, she was the most self-involved person I have ever encountered. I felt bad for her because she looked so horrific and that was over 15 years ago.
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Your ideal woman seems to be a hippy Stevie Nicks type chick. That is funny! In 1991 when I was working as a flight attendant for Delta Airlines, who should walk aboard First Class but Stevie Nicks and her big fat lesbian traveling companion/personal assistant. I had to ask the companion if that really WAS Ms. Nicks as she (Stevie) was so bloated and blotchy I wasn't quite sure. Throughout the evening from Miami to LA, Ms. Nicks became obsessed with the one person who would not pay any attention to her. Everyone else wanted her autograph and I have to say she was very gracious, drawing witches on cocktail napkins and personalizing all of them for everyone in first class (about 6 people). But this one guy.....he did not care at all who she was and it drove her crazy. To this day, she was the most self-involved person I have ever encountered. I felt bad for her because she looked so horrific and that was over 15 years ago.
Stop dragging my heart around, Stevie.
Thanks for ruining my life.
I call bulls**t.
Your life was ruined a long time ago.
And, remember: no one gets out alive.
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