On a personal note and perhaps just the only one. I could watch and listen to Angie Dickenson until it snowed in Miami, Florida. Sitting in Miami, Florida in July waiting for it to snow and getting so tanned and sunburned that I make John Boehner look like the Snowman. By the way, Snowmen aren’t real. I hate to break that to you kids and seriously retarded adults. People just make fake men out of snow. Sort how women see fake men as real men and then act horribly surprised when their man turns into a bastard.
But back to Angie Dickenson before I lose anymore followers. Ha, my followers are back already. I could literally listen to her read off of a phone book and go through the thousands of Joe and Mary Smith’s who live on Main Street near Bob’s Diner and Gas Station and it would sound fascinating coming from her. She has this adorable and yet sexy vibe from her that everything she says and talks about just grabs you. The women could also look hot in pajamas and an orange baggy prison jumpsuit. She has this quality about her that is incredible that is hard to explain that you simply don’t see on a regular basis.