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?
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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.
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.
Donuts are the goddam best.
Round and Round.
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