We asked her where she was going, possums, but Shinsei anything.
And next thing we knew, Miss XaXa, while shoe-shopping at Dallas’ own Needless Mark-up, and accompanied by The Big Shamu, dropped in on cheftestant Casey Thompson.
And we have to confess, possums, that we are pretty miffed. Why? Well, because, for once, we don’t have a single bitchy thing to say. Just imagine how that feels.
Casey—whose beaver boots of late have clearly been made for kicking ass, what with her winning two Elimination Challenges in a row—was gracious, charming, a good sport, and displayed a levelheaded sense of humor about the snarky things we’ve occasionally been known to say.
And speaking of levelheaded, her highlights were looking quite good. Damn! Foiled again.
And she reads our blog. Oh, and she has a French grandmother. Merde!
We…feel…neutralized
