Look Out...The Palombas Got You!

Ah, the feeling of having someone stick their foot so far up your ass you can taste the toe jam. What a way to start a day.

The Palombas referred to in the title aren't my family, no if that was the case the entry would be called "Look Out...The Palombas Knocked You Up And Are Now Fleeing The Country." No, these Palombas are the most comedic of my maladies. These Palombas are the little brothers of the afflictions, these are the ones I can laugh about.

These are the Palombas that make me go back into a room I just left for the third time because when I went back to get what I forgot the second time I put down what I had left with the first time...

These are the Palombas which make me say the wrong thing in an awkward situation...

These are the Palombas which mean I can never ever open up those little milk containers to put into coffee without spilling them all over my pants...

These are the Palombas who give me that other look in my eyes...

These are the Palombas which let me laugh off everything else...but never let me forget exactly what I am and the fact that everyone else knows it.

This Palomba is heading south tonight, doing the WRSU thing yet again, and trying to figure out exactly where this is all going.

What a life, what a life, Oh me oh my what a life.

For a much better entry hop over to:http://www.upsaid.com/futurerem, where I will be posting an entry written last night called "The God of Tea and Cake" which is quite possibly the best entry I've ever written involving ATVs, Asian Rugs, Queen Size Mattresses, Veal Parmigian, Gay Sex, and Midgets, based on a misquotation of an old Eddie Izzard routine. With Upsaid having some minor difficulties it will be there at some point tonight, so when you get back in from whatever normal people do on Tuesday nights check it out. Or hunt me down and join me on the Philly run for a few cheesesteaks.