Thanks to Lindsay Lohan, cocaine gets a really bad rap these days. It almost makes you forget just how awesome a drug it is. Just look at AnnaLynne McCord in her bikini, for starters. Now there’s an example of the Lady Caine doing a body good. And what about how interesting it makes normally boring people? Or being able to down an entire bottle of Southern Comfort without blacking out? And then there’s the totally fantastic sex for hours on end, without any of the guilt or shame that picking up a prostitute normally entails. And then the intestinal fortitude and superhuman strength it provides when you realize you accidentally killed said prostitute and now have to bury her body in the woods, except you don’t have a shovel, so you have to use your hands to dig the grave, and your car ran out of gas two miles back but you still somehow manage to push it the rest of the way while carrying the hooker potato-sack style on your back with three broken ribs and a bleeding stab wound — all in less than thirty minutes. You couldn’t do that stone-cold sober, my friends. Maybe you need to rethink your attitude on cocaine.

Bolivian marching powder, do your stuff:

As hot as these pictures of 90210′s Annalynne McCord kissing her sister might be, we need to remember that incest is no laughing matter. It’s no crying matter, either. At least, that’s what my uncle was always telling me when he made me “find the lollipop in his pants” when I was a kid.