Friday, March 16, 2007

goodbye, Rat! hello, Ratt!!!!!!!

Thanks for working together to make this happen, Sgazzetti, The Dude, and Mike!

And blackbeltbarrister, thanks for reminding me of how much I love doing high-speed hand-brake turns in freshly fallen wet snow. Yeah, I'm almost 34 and I do doughnuts in the parking lot. I'm a jackass, what can I say?


At March 16, 2007 3:53 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

My first boyfriend, Eddie, had a poster of RATT on his wall, a few RATT cassettes and albums beside his bedroom stereo. We'd make out for hours under the watchful supervision of his spandex clad big hair heroes.
I remember doing acid for the first time and tripping out looking at that poster, marvelling at the colours rippling off their bodies, reflecting rainbows across the entire room. Then I went downstairs and toasted an entire loaf of white bread, to watch the soft white flesh glow, sizzle and turn to yellow crust. I didn't eat the whole loaf, but let a few bites melt in my poisoned mouth.

At March 16, 2007 4:54 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, we can only aspire to BE Ratt, but we can never attain their dizzying heights. This makes me want to go home and drink ten rum-and-cokes, which is what I'm going to do right now.

At March 20, 2007 10:09 p.m., Blogger Hooker said...

Donuts are the goddam best.

Round and Round.


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