Miss Venezuela, Irene Sofia Esser Quintero
I think that any leys there are in Constitution or in life, are already made.
I think that we should have, uh, a straight way to go in our similar, or, eh, in our lives as is this.
For example, I’m a surfer, and I think that the best wave that I can take is the wave that I wait for it.
So please do our only, eh, law that we can do. Thank you Vegas!
–Miss Venezuela Irene Sofia Esser Quintero
(in the Miss Universe 2012 pageant)
I think, therefore I am…
Yours Aye.
I doubt – therefore I think.
Only to interject; now that’s funny…k
And she is not even blond.
Wow! I’m thinkin’ she needs a new speech coach.
EB: I am not so sure on the first part of the quote. The “I think” part.
CP: Maybe she dies her hair dark brown?
Lou: I’m thinkin’ that too. . .
Sometimes it seems, they’re all blondes in the making…k
Drop-dead beautiful, and dumb as a box o’ rocks.
What a winning combination. She’s got my vote!
Kris: This lot, yes.
MSgt: Haha! I don’t think her answer helped her.
Kewl! Bitchin’ boss beach bunny, Dood! Hangin’ loose & hot doggin’ with this killer Gidget honey would be far out & solid – like totdally Irie. What do those wavy-gravy Philbin hodaddy’s know?
Considering the sum total of Venezuelan media representation is idiota Ozzie Guillen’s inane & foul motormouthing or Tio Hugo Chavez’ posturing, festering Marxist malice, Senorita Quintero is a pleasant (if vapid) chamge of place.
Besides – what guy doesn’t like a gift wrapped girl?
Hey, she is gift-wrapped! In festive wrapping paper. . .