Things That Make the Manolo Laugh: The Hand Model
Manolo says, sometimes life is like the Seinfeld episode.
Manolo says, sometimes life is like the Seinfeld episode.
Manolo says, ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! P.S. If the Manolo’s humble twittering is good enough for the magnificent David Hasselhoff, perhaps it might also be good enough for you.
Manolo says, Ayyyyy! He looks as if he has eaten Gerard Depardieu!
Manolo say, ayyyyy! The super fantastic peoples at the Carmen Steffens are giving away the $500 shopping spree to one of the visitors to their website! Hurry and enter for the big drawing next Thursday, August 12th.
Manolo says, Ayyyy! Nanny McPhee-ish! You know what this costume requires…
Manolo says, Ayyyy! That cock, it suffers under the deathgrip of the Madonna. P.S. Madonna loves the chickens!
Manolo says, $1624!! Ayyyyy! Who knew that Army surplus clothing could be so costly? P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend Margot for alerting the Manolo to this.
Manolo says, old Europe is in trouble: governments teeter on the edge of collapse, unemployment is at the record highs, social unrest grows. Dark days loom! And yet, all of this is the mere sunny walk in the park compared to the true disaster barreling down the road towards the continent…. The Eurovision Song Contest!!!!! Ayyyyy! Yes, it all starts out so innocently… . With bizarre Belurusian human-butterfly genetic mutations! . . To be countered by glittery Maltese bird men, hovering ominously behind Justin Beiber-esque divas. . . But this is the mere prelude to the true atrocity, the one…
Manolo said, Ayyyyy! It is the competitive pole dancing… Naturally, the Manolo had no idea that this was so athletic, knowing so little as he does about the modern demi-monde. Nor did he realize that the competitive pole dancing costumes were no less salacious than, say, the women’s beach volleyball, or the Cirque du Soleil. Indeed, this has the strong resemblance to the high-end French Canadian circusry. Although, one does wish they had the better taste is the shoes. Frankly, competitive pole dancing seems antiseptic, and mostly asexual, more similar to the the display of physical culture than the tawdry…
Manolo says, the Manolo is nearly hyperventilating with excitement to announce that this week’s special guest blogger will be the sassy, super fantastic, superstar of the red carpet interviews, Steven Cojocaru, better known as Cojo! The Manolo has long been the fan of the Cojo, not just because he is hilariously funny and warm, but also because he is perhaps one of the most perceptive fashion advisers and critics of the past decade, and now, to add to his lengthy list of achievements, he is blogging up some of the sharpest and wittiest celebrity commentary on the intertubes. And so…
Manolo says, and now to make up for the Manolo’s absence, he gives you the incomparable Wilbur Sargunaraj, destined to be perhaps the greatest superstar ever produced by the internets.