The Phidias-sculpted hunk of beautiful Italian marble who answers to the name of Roberto Bolle is spreading his undescribable hawtness in New York nowadays:
"You don't have to put me down, I can just slide off and find the floor. Especially with your shoulders, it's like lying on a bed," Ms. Ferri said, half jokingly, after a descent from atop Mr. Bolle's broad shoulders ended with a clunk.
*faints*