Welcome brotha!

What's up? How's my favorite brother today? If you don't like this template, we can switch it up. I went with a minimalist-type design because it doesn't distract me. Too many colors hurt head.

So, here's a little somethin' for ya . . . yesterday Case was working at one of his buildings and a guy, walking down the street, starts heading for him. Case describes him as "someone you would avoid by crossing the street so you wouldn't have to pass him directly." Twitching and everything, this guy says to Case: "Did you hear the Pope died?" Casey nods. "Well . . . but . . . what, what, what are we going to do now?" Casey: "Gee, I don't know. Get another one?" (Emphasis on "another" in typical Casey sarcasm).

I'm already Poped out. Pooped on the Pope, you might say, with all the talk on his funeral and who's next in line and the ceremonies and the flags and the big posters and the reliving of his high school years. I've had it.

I'm even going to stop typing his name in a cap letter. Like this: pope. HA! Take that Catholics!!!!