Women.
Casey's examination of the psychotic female
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Casey Deville
About Casey Deville
At first glance, Casey looks like a typical college athlete: Baseball cap, large frame and a Miller Light in hand. Ask him about his past and he starts with sports he’s played and girls he’s been with. Sit long enough and you’ll find this Caucasian has the story telling capabilities of a Native American medicine man. The shit he’s gotten himself into, from less-than-legal business ventures to international private jet sales, Casey has the nostalgic resume found in some of the greatest men in history books. First instinct tell you to be cautious. But spend a day with Casey and live long enough to tell the tale.
Life in Shorts
Sometimes briefs are better
As I walked briskly down a mostly empty street in Manhattan at midnight, I approached a homeless man laying on the sidewalk in front of a church. I maintained my hustled stride and greeted him with a genuine but hurried “hey buddy, how are you tonight?” His response made me smile. “Slow down” he said, “you already know how to dance.”
I was exiting my local grocery store on Friday afternoon when I was approached by two small, adorable girl scouts selling cookies. “Buy a box?” they implored. “It’s for a good cause!” It dawned on me that not only could I not reach my wallet due to the heavy 30 pack of Coors Light in my arms, but I had also overdrawn my account to purchase said case. No thanks, little girls, I thought. For I have instead elected to spend my disposable income on liquid self-esteem, voluntary memory loss and a one-way ticket to hell. So I put my head down and rushed, wordlessly, to my car. And I’m not sorry. It was an awesome weekend.
I was editing a friend’s story where he compared some chick he hooked up with to a whiny little girl. Naturally, I wanted to include a video that showcased a little girl throwing a temper tantrum. So off to YouTube I went. “Kids throwing fits,” “Little girls screaming why,” and “Girl throws a nasty tantrum” were included in my search phrases. Then I stumbled upon something special. It was a video of the chubbiest child I’ve ever seen singing a song. If you watch closely, you’ll notice that he looks like a midget wearing a chubby kid suit… because there is no way a kid like this really exists. It just can’t be.