Paleo - Over The Hill and Back Again

Holy fucking shit!

Over The Hill and Back Again by Paleo just rubbed my inner thighs raw. Sure they might have had some help from the stickiness caused by the scorching and humid NYC summer day, but I have to give Paleo most of the credit.

Over The Hill and Back Again puts a huge fucking smile on my face. It makes me feel like I am in my very own indie movie and we are at the end after I learned that the head cheerleader, who I had been pining away over for the entire movie is nothing but an insufferable C-Word* and the girl who I really love is my best friend with a quirky name like ViewFinder Montogram. When I finally kiss ViewFinder the lush and lovely tones onf Over The Hill and Back Again blares out of the film hall's speakers, yeah film hall, I told you it was an indie film.

* by C-Word I mean Christian.

Then I wake up and realize that all this joy was just Paleo giving me a bit of the old popcorn trick and now my lap is filled with butter.  What the Fuck Paleo?