Vegan, animal activist and noted cuntatarian Morrissey puked out a quarter pounder of shit with an extra slice of inappropriateness the other night when he compared the massacre in Norway to the slaughter of cows for McDonald’s “meat.” Hold that thought, Morrissey, because Lady Caca’s slaves delivered bags upon bags of McDonald’s to all of the fans that waited outside of the Chateau Marmont for hours to meet her. Why wait for hours to meet Caca when they could’ve been at home fucking themselves with a Breathless Mahoney doll since it’s practically the same thing? But that’s a question for another day.
Along with the bags full of screaming cow patties, Caca attached this little love note:
“Dear little monsters. Thank you for singing to me all day and night. I love you with all my heart. You make everyday worth living. Kisses to the cops for keeping you safe. Love Lady GaGa”
Do you want to wrap the map to Caca’s meat Nazi (Meatzi?) bunker in lettuce leaves and pass it to Morrissey or shall I? Wait. Or are we supposed to bolt the theater doors and hold Caca down while Morrissey writes “MEATZI” on that bitch’s forehead in tahini sauce? I forget how the movie goes.
And here’s Lady Hitler leaving her hotel last night while looking like a lazy-eyed, coked-up trans bunny in a Donatella Versace wig and one of Morticia’s old dresses. Or if you want the short version: looking like Elvira Aguilera.