I’ve been staring at these pictures from the past 10 minutes trying to figure out if that’s really Lady CaCa in the face. These pictures still made me fart through my peen hole (I’m getting that checked today), but there’s something different here. Yeah, I’m taking my coffee with a drop boric acid this morning.
At this point, Lady CaCa doesn’t even need to leave her house anymore. All she has to do is take a bag of potpourri from a goth, shove it down a blonde cat’s throat, get it to barf it up a lacey hairball, roll it in moth balls, sprinkle Wet ‘N Wild nail polish on it and then push it in front of photographers. Or she could’ve just dropped a hairy nutsack on the carpet. VOILA! InstaCaCa!
Here’s more of Lady CaCa working that tuck game and moving bowels at the ACE Awards in NYC last night, where she won the Stylemaker Award. Just so you know, the committee who chose the winner included a blind warthog, Tiffany doll, and Karl Lagerfeld’s ponytail.