There's just no other way to explain it, nothing else to be said, and no possible counterargument. He's flaming. A poofter. s'Fag. Fudgepacker. Sausage swallower. Come up with a name for it, and he's that too.
He's also closeted, self-loathing, self-righteous and all the other worst possible traits that can be found in somebody who appears to be spending every waking hour trying to deny who he is.
If it weren't so hysterically funny, it would be sad.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, where we find that there's still nothing wrong with that.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
There's not anything really exciting on the Casey front.
Brother Steve's blog keeps going, and there was a post today that we will comment on later. Casey shows up from time to time but thinks he shouldn't have to put up with the Haterz™, as usual.
But we love Big Fake Tits around here, so we can't help but point back to a really nice source of jigglies back in Casey's old neighborhood.
We also note that the bike store logo strongly resembles the feeling we get anytime we think much about Casey's former associates. Especially blondie in that low-slung top.
And by the way, please don't bother emailing us about this. We've removed anything from this blog that is not 100% verifiable, and a whole lot of stuff that is verifiable but which we decided wasn't really all that appropriate. Since you and your colleage seem to feel that "marketing" and "showing our tits" are synonymous, you can't expect not to be called on it. Sorry. If you're concerned about this, you might start by using photos that aren't designed to emphasize your chests.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, where we are so glad Michael Jackson is off the radar screen for a few days, but can't help but think that things will get wild again when they finally reveal where he's been buried.