And that includes walking a pony. I’ve said it really doesn’t matter what Grecian princess Maria Menounos does, I’m onboard and ogling hard.
So I’m hardly backing down from my blanket statement as she parades a pony around The Grove for some purpose not quite as exciting as the last time I saw a woman with a pony when I was in Tijuana. True story. I wouldn’t see that show again. But I will continue to leer at Maria doing anything from scrubbing her toilets to undressing in her dressing room mirror from a perch on the oak tree outside her window (not that I’ve been scouting). Enjoy.