I found out after two years that he was more like the things that came out of the Hellmouth that Buffy had to keep stabbing through the heart with a wooden stake.
In short, he was a lying sackashit, dumber than a sack of hair ratbastard.
My point?
He keeps requesting me as a friend on Facebook. I keep ignoring his requests, but he keeps a-asking.
In his profile picture, he's doing the Shocker hand gesture. Seriously. He's 34 fucking years old. Douchebag.
You know, it WAS a long time ago, and frankly, I'm over it. My friends, however, are not. When I forwarded the initial request to my girls... woooweeee. My delicate ears have never heard such language. Stace said-
"OH MY GOD. I have no words. Wait, I have one. FUCKER."
And I'm pretty sure a blue cloud is still hanging over Casey's condo in Chicago.
I'd approve his request for the LOLZ, but I apparently don't live too far from him, and I wouldn't be too hard to find. And I have no, nada, nyet desire to have him show up on my stoop, prostrating himself at the cute-shoe-clad feet of The One Who Got Away Because He Was A Jackass.