The living and breathing (that’s unconfirmed) art installation that is Lady CaCa visited a museum in Paris today so that she could be around other works of high art. I think they immediately told her to leave, because she made the paintings cry in pain. They, like me, just don’t understand such high levels of true art.
Maybe I’m becoming completely desensitized by this bunny-toothed hag, but I don’t mind this outfit. Yes, I won’t be able to enjoy an ice cream cone for a while without thinking it was attached to this beast’s hooves, but other than that….. Oh wait, one more thing. I think the skirt probably looked better when it wasn’t poofed out like that. Lady CaCa couldn’t help it though. The hot air slowly seeping out of her ass made it balloon up.