In that white box is a mound of deliciousness that has been blessed by angels. And behind that box is a mound of cacaness in sunglasses that my toilet won’t even bless. Too mean? Well, GOOD FUCKING GOOD! While I’m sitting here, nibbling on a soggy microwave burrito, Lady CaCa gets to feast on the food of the Gods. I mean, I sometimes like my In-N-Out animal-style, but I never want it caca-style.
Something is wrong with this picture. THIS BITCH! She’s always getting me good!
Here’s LC leaving LAX yesterday and arriving at her hotel in West Hollywood with my dreams in a box.