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"Day 796 of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Went back to not wearing clothes again. The freedom was just too much to deny BoBo & the twins. I did wear a bandanna and sunglasses though! Good thing too because there were a flock of birds flying overhead that didn't...HOLD THEIR FIRE.

har-har-har-dee-har-har!!!

 

Check you later!

 

- NEP"

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"Day 796 of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Went back to not wearing clothes again. The freedom was just too much to deny BoBo & the twins. I did wear a bandanna and sunglasses though! Good thing too because there were a flock of birds flying overhead that didn't...HOLD THEIR FIRE.

har-har-har-dee-har-har!!!

 

Check you later!

 

- NEP"

"Joining Flock of Seagulls reunion tour. They promised I could sing. ...and I raaan, I ran so far awayaay #ScrewRush" Edited by HemiBeers
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Spinning the "Big Wheel of What Will Pratt Do Today"... (a) Disparage Olivia again for her disgraceful, substandard cutting technique on paper angels (where's the commitment to excellence here??? Practice, practice, practice!!), (b) hang around outside the 7-11 until someone recognizes me, then have BossMichael pummel the poor schlub for daring to approach my greatness, © Nuttall over Carrie, or (d) sue this TomHealey bastard for defamation of character. He always sits near the front rows, so he must still have some dough that's not in my pocket. Yet.
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"Day whatever of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Did too many lines of coke today (and I'm still feeling the effects as I write). In that peak line time, I went to my third garage where I keep my back up back up of my back up drum kit to....play. Believe it or not. As you know, the only things in that third garage are my emergency box of Red Apples, three emergency bottles of scotch, the kit, and a mirror in front of the kit so that I can check my form and overall coolness.

 

Anyhoo, I was noticeably rusty in my percussionistic ways. That's not what disturbed me. What disturbed me was what I saw in the mirror. I mean, it was me. But it wasn't me. Have I changed that much in two plus years of retirement? What will I see in another two years? Maybe it was just the coke? Have to meditate on this back at the lake.

 

- NEP

 

P.S. I've got a sudden strong craving for shrimp. Shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried...

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“Gonna try to get to bed early for a change. I found a new hobby today, I do a Google image search for unintentional penis its a laugh riot”.
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The day after the solar eclipse in Oregon, I took a drive through one of the Oregon State Parks in my Porsche. I saw a woman there in a Rush t-shirt and I neatly avoided her. I think she recognized me, but thankfully, she didn't follow me. She must know I like my privacy.

 

(Well, it could have been him, but I'll never know, will I?)

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"Braved going out of the house again. Made it down the street when I ran into a Rush fan. I thought I'd give it a try -- turns out I CAN pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend. He was elated. Felt pretty good, actually."

 

This always makes me wonder, if Rush had failed in '75 after Caress and he went back to the parts counter at his dad's tractor supply company, would he have been able to pretend those customers were long-awaited friends in order to make a sale? Or would his dad tell him, "You suck at this. Go be a mortician.'

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Tales from the Roadside Cafes of Sad America

by Neil Peart

 

As I pull into a local dive on another one of my motorcycle meanderings (did I just use alliteration?), I tucked my newly grown ponytail under my cap and donned my $400 pair of sunglasses. The quaint sign out front advertised that their coffee was the best, so I thought I would take them up on it. Needless to say, it benefited from the Macallan.

 

Carrie called me, and as usual, I let it go to voicemail. This is my time! I have earned it.

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Tales from the Roadside Cafes of Sad America

by Neil Peart

 

As I pull into a local dive on another one of my motorcycle meanderings (did I just use alliteration?), I tucked my newly grown ponytail under my cap and donned my $400 pair of sunglasses. The quaint sign out front advertised that their coffee was the best, so I thought I would take them up on it. Needless to say, it benefited from the Macallan.

 

Carrie texted me, and as usual, I let it go to voicemail. This is my time! I have earned it.

:LOL:

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" *Sigh* Portnoy showed up at my front door at 7am this morning and challenged me to a drum-off. <eye roll> Micheal wasn't available, so I had Olivia kick his puny ass before I drove her to school. #NoTalentHack" Edited by HemiBeers
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"Day whatever of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Did too many lines of coke today (and I'm still feeling the effects as I write). In that peak line time, I went to my third garage where I keep my back up back up of my back up drum kit to....play. Believe it or not. As you know, the only things in that third garage are my emergency box of Red Apples, three emergency bottles of scotch, the kit, and a mirror in front of the kit so that I can check my form and overall coolness.

 

Anyhoo, I was noticeably rusty in my percussionistic ways. That's not what disturbed me. What disturbed me was what I saw in the mirror. I mean, it was me. But it wasn't me. Have I changed that much in two plus years of retirement? What will I see in another two years? Maybe it was just the coke? Have to meditate on this back at the lake.

 

- NEP

 

P.S. I've got a sudden strong craving for shrimp. Shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried...

 

EPIC

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"Day whatever of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Did too many lines of coke today (and I'm still feeling the effects as I write). In that peak line time, I went to my third garage where I keep my back up back up of my back up drum kit to....play. Believe it or not. As you know, the only things in that third garage are my emergency box of Red Apples, three emergency bottles of scotch, the kit, and a mirror in front of the kit so that I can check my form and overall coolness.

 

Anyhoo, I was noticeably rusty in my percussionistic ways. That's not what disturbed me. What disturbed me was what I saw in the mirror. I mean, it was me. But it wasn't me. Have I changed that much in two plus years of retirement? What will I see in another two years? Maybe it was just the coke? Have to meditate on this back at the lake.

 

- NEP

 

P.S. I've got a sudden strong craving for shrimp. Shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried...

 

Like what ya did there with the 'Bubba-Gump shrimp cumpny' tie in lol

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"Day whatever of retirement:

 

Dear Bubba,

 

Did too many lines of coke today (and I'm still feeling the effects as I write). In that peak line time, I went to my third garage where I keep my back up back up of my back up drum kit to....play. Believe it or not. As you know, the only things in that third garage are my emergency box of Red Apples, three emergency bottles of scotch, the kit, and a mirror in front of the kit so that I can check my form and overall coolness.

 

Anyhoo, I was noticeably rusty in my percussionistic ways. That's not what disturbed me. What disturbed me was what I saw in the mirror. I mean, it was me. But it wasn't me. Have I changed that much in two plus years of retirement? What will I see in another two years? Maybe it was just the coke? Have to meditate on this back at the lake.

 

- NEP

 

P.S. I've got a sudden strong craving for shrimp. Shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried...

 

Like what ya did there with the 'Bubba-Gump shrimp cumpny' tie in lol

 

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You can miss a stride

But nobody gets a free ride

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