Monsignor Bartolomeo: "Dolce, will you take this extremely lightly-dressed young man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"Dolce: "I do. And, incidentally, I win."
Gabbana (sotto voce): "Bitch."
Gabbana: "The clothes doll is mine!"
Dolce: "No, you got Posh Spice! I am the puppetmaster! I will dress her up in leopard print, and she'll like it."
Gabbana: "Va Bene, grappa time!"
Shameless Gabbana throws one of those trendy "Let's See Who Possesses Genitals" parties.
Gabbana's next scheme fails when his lust-object refuses to violate a No Trespassing sign
Gabbana flexed his advertorial muscles and insisted on some airbrushing from those Condé moneybags. Alas, he ignored the cardinal rule of fashion: remove one accessory before you go out.
Not to be outdone, Gabbana attracts a beautiful woman the old-fashioned way: by starving her for two days, then smearing himself with chocolate sauce.
The glare of the gold-tiled walls just gets really intense, you know? And sometimes don't you just wish someone understood how hard it is to be quite so fabulous? And they'd hold you? But the lighting would still be good?
Dolce briefly loses focus, wistfully recalling the days when he had a clearly defined sexual orientation.
Daddy-ish Dolce might not have the abs to give his ex that frisson of jealous rage, but he's got the creepy-black-businessman-socks look spot on.
BONUS: complete nude (but blur) version
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