I'm Sara, Stevie Nicks' and Don Henley's aborted baby. Yes, the song "Sara" was written about me.
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 68 | May 17, 2021 1:32 AM |
Mommie!
Moooommmmmmmiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!
| by Anonymous | reply 1 | March 12, 2021 2:52 AM |
I'm the chair Stevie threw at Christine while high on Clonazepam.
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | March 12, 2021 3:01 AM |
I'm the two miles of cocaine that disappeared up Mick Fleetwood's nose.
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | March 12, 2021 3:58 AM |
I'm whatever the fuck this is.
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 5 | March 12, 2021 5:07 AM |
I'm the two miles of cocaine that disappeared up Stevie Nicks' ass.
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | March 12, 2021 5:26 AM |
I am Christine McVie's patience which is constantly tested by that ho Stevie
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | March 12, 2021 5:29 AM |
I'm the ruler/bad lover who, based on the advice of my real estate agent (Miss Nicks), is putting my kingdom up for sale.
| by Anonymous | reply 8 | March 12, 2021 5:36 AM |
We're the collective cocks. We've been inside of every hole imaginable. Twice.
| by Anonymous | reply 9 | March 12, 2021 8:45 AM |
I'm Stevie Nick's favorite coke spoon.
| by Anonymous | reply 10 | March 12, 2021 9:27 AM |
Mommie???
MOOOMMMMMMNMMMIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!
| by Anonymous | reply 11 | March 12, 2021 4:15 PM |
I'm the shitty solo careers and the huge egos.
| by Anonymous | reply 12 | March 12, 2021 4:27 PM |
I'm Peter Green rolling in his grave
| by Anonymous | reply 13 | March 12, 2021 6:30 PM |
I'm 1979, the last year Fleetwood Mac was relevant
| by Anonymous | reply 14 | March 12, 2021 7:13 PM |
I'm Gypsy, gloriously belying R14.
| by Anonymous | reply 15 | March 12, 2021 7:20 PM |
I'm the ugly brits who no one actually care about.
| by Anonymous | reply 16 | March 12, 2021 7:32 PM |
I am the first limo to arrive after a concert. I will cause many arguments amongst the band members as to who gets to ride in me.
| by Anonymous | reply 17 | March 12, 2021 7:35 PM |
I'm the gobbeldygook that is a typical Stevie Nicks lyric:
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 18 | March 12, 2021 7:41 PM |
I'm the learjet that should have crashed in 1978 so the public could be spared from this white trash soap opera.
| by Anonymous | reply 19 | March 12, 2021 8:13 PM |
I'm the torrid affair between Mick and Stevie were having under everyone's noses that rarely gets remarked upon.
| by Anonymous | reply 20 | March 13, 2021 3:16 AM |
I’m the mirror in the sky.
| by Anonymous | reply 21 | March 13, 2021 3:20 AM |
I'm Lindsey's girlfriend Carolyn, if I'll get physically or mentally abused today. Hey, at least I got a song named after me.
| by Anonymous | reply 23 | March 13, 2021 1:16 PM |
I'm the never-ending tour.
| by Anonymous | reply 24 | March 13, 2021 1:22 PM |
I Am 1987 to the Present:
Okay. We're all in.
Lindsey's out.
Billy's in.
Rick's in.
Stevie's out.
Rick's out.
Billy, Becka and Dave are out.
Stevie's back in.
Lindsey's back in.
Okay, go!
Christine's out.
Christine's back in.
Stevie and Lindsey have to finish their album.
Lindsey's out or Stevie's out.
Lindsey's out.
Neil and Mike are in.
Maybe Lindsey can be in again.
And on and on and on and this leaves out Pete, Jeremy, Danny, Bob, Bob, Dave from the FIRST 20 YEARS.
| by Anonymous | reply 26 | March 13, 2021 2:40 PM |
I'm Gypsy. Twirl! Twirl! Twirl!!!!
| by Anonymous | reply 27 | March 13, 2021 3:10 PM |
I'm Mick Fleetwood, Pied Piper of mentally ill musicians.
| by Anonymous | reply 28 | March 13, 2021 6:29 PM |
I'm the packin up and shackin up that Stevie pretends she wasn't doing.
| by Anonymous | reply 29 | March 13, 2021 7:42 PM |
Sara had 3 half siblings, ya know
| by Anonymous | reply 30 | March 14, 2021 1:04 AM |
I'm the starbutt sneeze that gave the assistant an expensive whiteface.
| by Anonymous | reply 31 | March 14, 2021 2:48 AM |
I am Stevie's inability to grasp the basics of lyrics writing, not to mention metaphor and meter, and yet I convince people there is some "meaning" in my coke spew.
| by Anonymous | reply 33 | March 14, 2021 2:51 AM |
I’m the velvet underground.
| by Anonymous | reply 34 | March 14, 2021 2:51 AM |
I'm one of Stevie's teacup dogs, hopelessly addicted to cocaine.
| by Anonymous | reply 35 | March 14, 2021 4:46 AM |
I'm the abortion doctor who performed Stevie's abortion. Wasn't a fetus, just a huge bag of cocaine. It was such high-quality Columbian I stole it and snorted it myself. Lied to her. So yes, her baby was a bag of cocaine she named Sara, which went up my nose.
| by Anonymous | reply 36 | March 14, 2021 5:04 AM |
More likely and desirably, let's not. :)
| by Anonymous | reply 37 | March 14, 2021 5:07 AM |
I'm Madonna and I will kiss whoever I want to on stage!!
| by Anonymous | reply 38 | March 14, 2021 5:09 AM |
Just like a white winged dove, it's [R26], well ahead of the rest of us, for the glorious win!
| by Anonymous | reply 39 | March 14, 2021 5:16 AM |
I used to love FM until I found DL.
| by Anonymous | reply 40 | March 14, 2021 5:33 AM |
I'm the same two chords that make up Dreams and Sara. I've made Fleetwood Mac millions!
| by Anonymous | reply 41 | March 14, 2021 5:36 AM |
I'm the disastrous, insane marriage of Stevie Nicks (she married her dead best friend's widower). I lasted 3 months before Stevie realized I was "a mistake."
| by Anonymous | reply 42 | March 14, 2021 5:38 AM |
I'm John McVie. I would quit but the money is too good. I'd rather be on my yacht.
| by Anonymous | reply 43 | March 14, 2021 5:39 AM |
I'm Bob Weston. I was hustled out of the band after a tryst with Fleetwood's first wife of presumably no greater intensity or duration than the one Fleetwood himself would later have with Stevie Nicks.
| by Anonymous | reply 44 | March 14, 2021 10:34 AM |
I'm the penicillin Mick and Stevie must have been popping ike smarties.
| by Anonymous | reply 45 | March 14, 2021 8:47 PM |
I'm the songs of Stevie Nicks. She said we were like her children. And she sold us. WAAAAAAH!
| by Anonymous | reply 46 | March 14, 2021 11:06 PM |
Stand Back is the only song other than Keviln Federline's Poppozow that I can't listen to all the way through. TERRIBLE.
| by Anonymous | reply 47 | March 14, 2021 11:13 PM |
I'm my own favorite Fleetwood Mac song, and the only one I ever listen to. Why are they so popular? They're mostly boring.
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 48 | March 14, 2021 11:30 PM |
I’m the landau roof and whitewall tires.
Ooops. My bad, OP, I thought you said Fleetwood Brougham.
| by Anonymous | reply 50 | March 14, 2021 11:54 PM |
I'm Pablo Escobar and I love these gringos.
| by Anonymous | reply 51 | March 15, 2021 7:10 AM |
R50 -- I bet you have the soft Corinthian Leather too.
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 52 | March 15, 2021 10:08 PM |
I'm one of Mick Fleetwood's daughters. It's amazing that I didn't get into one of the bags of crack lying around when dad brought me to the studio.
| by Anonymous | reply 53 | March 15, 2021 11:21 PM |
I'm the incestuous love triangle Between Fleetwood/Nicks/Buckingham
| by Anonymous | reply 54 | March 16, 2021 10:12 PM |
I'm the song "Magnet and Steel" by Walter Egan. Inspired by Stevie Nicks and featuring Nicks and Buckingham on background vocals!
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 55 | March 29, 2021 4:06 AM |
R55 Walter Egan fucked her.
| by Anonymous | reply 56 | March 31, 2021 7:22 PM |
I’m Michelle Phillips, betraying John and Cass by not-so-secretly boinking Denny. I don’t look like such an opportunistic slut when I stand next to Stevie Nicks.
| by Anonymous | reply 57 | May 15, 2021 3:38 AM |
I’m Stevie’s dead eyes during her Klonopin period 1987-1994
| by Anonymous | reply 58 | May 15, 2021 3:47 AM |
I'm the loudest cheer from the crowd at a Fleetwood Mac concert. I was not elicited by a moving piece of music, but a chiffony twirl by the lead gypsy in suede elevator shoes.
| by Anonymous | reply 59 | May 15, 2021 7:31 PM |
I'm Christine McVee, and I'm way above all the drama in this band. I'm actually kind of boring, but in a good way.
| by Anonymous | reply 60 | May 17, 2021 12:56 AM |
I’m cocaine. Nowhere to be found on a FM or Eagles tour these days, but not was it fun in the 70s.
| by Anonymous | reply 61 | May 17, 2021 12:59 AM |
Perhaps, but you can't sing R57
| by Anonymous | reply 62 | May 17, 2021 1:02 AM |
I’m FATE, wondering how the HELL these people aren’t dead by now.
| by Anonymous | reply 63 | May 17, 2021 1:10 AM |
I'm the velvet underground, not the critically acclaimed band that everyone believes Stevie is referencing, but a hippie clothing store in San Francisco.
| by Anonymous | reply 64 | May 17, 2021 1:14 AM |
I’m the lamp, which R64’s scarf is draped. I’m on the floor (that Stevie loves) in a room with some lace and paper flowers.
| by Anonymous | reply 66 | May 17, 2021 1:17 AM |
I'm Stevie's interior decorator. I specialize in fire hazards like R66.
| by Anonymous | reply 67 | May 17, 2021 1:18 AM |
I'm Lindsey Buckingham, back from heart surgery and ready for my coffin -- I mean, closeup!
Offsite Link| by Anonymous | reply 68 | May 17, 2021 1:32 AM |
