In 1990, Casey took a little trip, along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi. He took a little bacon and he took a little beans and he caught a case of herpes in the town of New Orleans. Casey was Dayton, Washington born and raised, but now he's stuck between two shores. LA's fine but it ain't home. Dayton's home but it ain't his no more.

Casey's parents are not proud of him. If Casey Casseday were a tree. What kind of tree would he be? The answer: yes. Once at a Chinese restaurant, Casey received a fortune cookie with a fortune that read "Don't hate the playa, hate the game." Since that day, Mr. Casseday has taken those words as his personal credo and spends most of his weekends building bonfires with boxes of Hasbro's "CandyLand."

Children and small animals sfeel uncomfortable around Casey. Not because he is evil, but because they generally find him sexually attractive. As far as Casey is concerned, the word "shower" is a six-letter word. To this day Casey still claims that he and television's Louie Anderson are "just friends." Most would agree that Casey's cordless phone smells funny.