Manolo says, here is another shoe for the grand entrance.
Manolo loves the shoes!
furlagirl says she has got no work done because of the amount of time she has spent scrolling through the Manolo’s archive, and listening to amazon clips of his record recommendations. How does the Manolo think that the Elders of Zion can exercise their shadowy control over foreign governments and supply the world with fabulous handbags, when the Manolo is cluttering up the Elders’ thoughts full of superfantasticness in the shoe line, which the Elders had overlooked in the quest for the perfect Luella Baby Giselle in which to store our filthy capitalist lucre?
Further to this, the ancestors of furlagirl, having not yet been inducted into the secret cabal of Elders, spent several centuries trudging around various Polish shtetls, milking cows and singing ‘If I were a rich man/Idle diddle didle diddle dee/All day long I’d shop at Ba-arnees’ etc. As a result they gave her the grievous inheritance of CHUNKY CALVES. As if gefilte fish and David Duke weren’t enough!
For this reason the elders have had to infilitrate, in our usual shadowy way, a shoe company, with the following, not really perfect results – but regard it is as a protocol, I mean prototype
I want these shoes, they’re simply marvellous!