First Year Anniversary

I TOLD YOU SO!

Boozing, smoking, whoring and -- God forbid -- gourmet cooking on a cast iron griddle as you reside on Miami Beach is your road to perdition, child! Not going to get you anywhere, unless you put it down on paper, impudent hellion!

Roused by this sage advice, one year ago today, Manola Blablablanik was born! She peeped out like a tiny flea about to be sqwashed by four-inch fetish clear platform heels to tell it like is and then some! She's covered every angle -- from a sheepish freakishly obsessive admiration of Colin Farrell's really not that impressive penis to a candid discussion of monster clitoris and everything in between -- love, heartbreak, heels, Irish cheddar, celebrity pubic lice and thongs -- topics without which no single woman on South Beach would survive!

Her publicist, Elliot Stinkz, was quoted in a recent interview: "She might've deleted her own blog in a moment of youthful sturm und drang but she's still making it work, damn it. No other woman on the planet has made single life more appealing! She put the YES in single and is living more chronically than ever!"

A MESSAGE FROM MANOLA

Memory marred by too many hangovers? No worries, maybe it was Manola's intoxicating mojo. Here's the nonsense that became Manola's MO.

Faithful visitors, I only have one thing to say to you: XOXO and keep speaking your ...



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