Oh Stevie Nicks, how I love you. If I could meet any one person, dead or alive, it would be her. I love that woman to bits. If it were possible for me to have her babies I think I would volunteer myself.
Hmmm, maybe instead if I met her I'd just get her right wasted.
//Hey Stevie, I think you could use a few more shots of tequila!//
And then once she was good and bleary eyed, I'd pry Lindsey Buckingham's phone number out of her.
But this might not work, what with her being so drunk and all...it would probably end up badly with her giving me Mick Fleetwood's number instead. And once he would find out I was huge fan he'd make me fork all of my money over for a used napkin or something. His nickname isn't Mick Fleecewood for nothing!
Actually, if I met Stevie Nicks I would probably hug her and not let go. I would just hold on tightly to her chiffon sleeve and weep quietly as she motions security to come over and take the nut job away.
Yeah, that's more like it...
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