Welcome to toddler divorce court, where hearts are broken due to arguments about whether it's raining or sprinkling and the judge is a confused three-year-old who has no idea what's going on or why someone is screaming "You're not real and you huwt me!" Oh those tender, tender feelings.
Meet Sprinkles. Sprinkles is a tiny, adorable kitten with a tiny, adorable purple cast on her back leg. Sprinkles might actually be a robot engineered in an alien lab in order to destroy humanity by exploding all our hearts simultaneously, and I am A-OK with that.
Oh, little one. It's no big deal yet, but a decade from now, when you're riding shotty in your mom's SUV back from your buddy Kyle's party and she smells Bacardi Grapefruit on your breath, you better have this shit down.
The visionary, groundbreaking cupcake ATM outside Sprinkles in Beverly Hills has streamlined the cupcake acquiring process. Now, customers don't have to deal with eyebrow-raising employees when they start eating their dozen red velvet cupcakes that were for a "birthday" on the way out the door — they can simply stride…