Hoola-fontz is a word that appeared on the Gurko vernacular years ago that describes going out partying, flirting heavily or as gays put it “kiki-ing”. And there’s plenty of all of the above going on in Fire Island Pines…to the nth power. Throngs and throngs of people are hoola-fontzing here. Hoola-fontzers you will never want to get into a conversation with, swarming like bees to honey, or in this case…the bar. Anyhoo, how fitting that while surrounded by the unending Marlene parade that the lead stories in the New York Post is about Madonna and the long lost love letters. This might be the most disgusting thing I’ve heard in a while, that some loser doorman, Jim Albright, currently living in Thailand, a martial arts expert, which will come in handy when the goons go out looking for him. Yeah, I may occasionally rip on Madonna, but only for her fashion choices, like that horrendous Louis Vuitton number at the Costume Institute Gala or the green LV grass skirt looking thing she wore to the Gucci event….but whatever…she does not deserve the cheap hit she is getting with this putz Albright…perhaps the lowest of the low-rent nobodies. He’s probably pissed that he didn’t work his moment in a better way, like Jesus or Carlos did. Clearly he is desperate for cash, I mean…$3,000 is expected for the sale of the faxes she sent him…come on. Three grand? It’s pathetic. Madonna, you will always be fierce, LV or not, now go get this gross baboon…big time…and make it so that he can never hoola-fontz again.
While googling Jim Albright, this gay real estate agent's photo kept popping up. Wonder if this Jim is/was a hoolafontzer.
Anyhoo, I am going to the beach to watch more hullafancing.
