Mr. Fabulous

As Kev Brocks brother Bev, I am obliged to mention a few more things about the ambiguously gay man. I already mentioned he was retarded, but for those new subscribers to this blog, yes, he is even more gay than feng shui. Our mom doesn't want me to mention it because it's a big family secret. God knows, I don't even want to mention it, but as I said previously. My shrink considers this my therapy. Think about it in perspective. if you were in my shoes, you would need therapy too. I read Kev's latest entry, and now it appears his gayness has gone to the extent of fantasizing about men in uniform. I often wonder what's next. Cowboys? Indians? Construction Workers? Sailors? I'm thinking there's a song there. I'm not musical enough to write it, but then again, neither is Kev. I feel sorry for Kev. I really do, because at times I wonder what he would do if presented with a big juicy pussy. I am not sure if he would even know what to do aside from the general tard-esque staring and drooling and mumbling in tardish. I was under the assumption that that language was a form of elvish. But I dare not utter it here. See, Kev seems to be under the impression that he is completly innocent when it comes to bashing people. Truth or not, bashing is still bashing. I guess it just depends on your mastery of the english language enough to use unlike a tard would. If he understands the writings in this blog, dare I say, I am floored with utter shivering stupefaction.

But Kev is still a tard. And this is my therapy. You can't knock a guy for trying to get therapy. Even his tardliness Sir Tardery McGay Ballswab Brockway IV should know that. That's what I am going to call him from now on. Sir Tardery McGay Ballswab Brockway IV has such a regal ring to it. Don't ya think?

I think so.

So this is my dedication to you Mr. Ballswab. You have earned it. Lift your goblet high your tardliness.

Cheers!

(Your Number 1 Fan and Brother)
Bev