It’s been a long time since I have laughed so hard and I swear… It’s way beyond my comprehension! How can one (supposedly) successful Latin lover do such a thing to his image, to himself?
So… Enrique Iglesias had a live (… sure) concert a couple of days ago and, you know… when you’re not a very good singer, you try to compensate with other things… like… removing a nasty mole from your face, dressing like a macho all the time, tanning a lot, hair removal stuff stuff and… ahems… aaand… chocking fans to death!
Scenario: Enrique calls a fat fugly lady fan on the stage… sings lipsinks a few words while looking deep into her eyes (the hot woman is extasiated) and then touches her face, gets down to her neck and clevage (the fan is crazy now!). He continues with whispering nasty desperate promises words of wisdom in her ears (”Please touch my defined six pack!”), after which he goes down and touches her ass with his left hand (the fan is all wet now!) while offering her a strange embrace with his right arm. The fan is now allowed to touch his body and Enrique finally kisses her passionately after which, with a sudden move, he turns her the other way. The fan is surprised (”How fokin’ lucky am I today? First, I got this lucky ticket from my neighbor who cannot stand me, then, I get this ridiculous dress from a colleague who hates me, then I get called on this stage in front of so many people laughing at me and now… now I have Enrique’s crotch right at the tip of my ass? I must be in fat ladies’ heaven or something!”), her jaw drops dead gorgeous, she takes a deep breath… and another one… and then she cannot breathe… Could it be this extraordinary moment of her life? Could it be Enrique’s voice? This wonderful song… this… “Oh, I can’t breathe…I can’t…. I… am…. chocking…”
