November 25th, 2010
C is for Celebration: Sara Carbonero’s Anniversary Augmentation – UPDATED
UPDATE: Apparently, following the boob job, Pastasauce was seen at Hachette Filipacchi publishing headquarters as part of a possible fashion blogging gig she and ELLE.es have in the works. So what’s the big deal? Well, HF not only owns Elle Espana, but Diez Minutos, too – which, if you’re keeping tabs on this developing story, was the only magazine to publish photos of Sara leaving her breast augmentation surgery. Do we think Sara sold out for an exclusive story set up? If the new cup size fits…
So what did Sara give her beloved to mark the couple’s momentous occassion? The gift that keeps on giving (for Iker at least), of course! (Read: 250ccs of silicone or saline – we don’t know which she chose – put in both breasts).
See, here we are thinking we already had plenty of just reasons to move forward with our Pastasauce voo doo dolls** as previously planned, and because the Telecinco journalist just had to get a boost to her bust, followed by a taxi ride home from the excursion, we’re too beside ourselves to pick up our sewing needles. That, and we don’t sew.
Yes, Kickettes, please keep breathing and try not to choke on your canned yams.
That’s not even a feat Katie Price can claim.
While not much else is known at this time, we can confirm Sara had the surgery last Friday and was accompanied by friends. She went under the knife at what she thought was the ‘inconspicuous’ Aravaca Hospital Pardo de Nisa, because it’s located on the outskirts of Madrid and surrounded by gardens, but was caught by Diez Minutos.
Post-op, she managed to leave the facilities unassisted, despite just having major surgery that, for anyone else – anyone normal, human and not SuperSauce – would render one immobile for a minimum of 30 days. Sara only waited a mere two days before she, Iker and Iker’s really fugly murse went boozin’ at brunch.
To that we say: U-G-H/woe is us/life’s not fair/et al.
Judging from her pre-enhancement photos at left, we’re not entirely sure that Pastasauce needed the new boobies. And wasn’t wrangling Iker supposed to be the difficult part? We always imagined keeping him satisfied in our fictitious relationship would be as easy as the Apple Pie our office is currently emotionally eating.
Of course, we don’t judge. Instead, we speculate like wild hyenas before throwing it over to you, dear readers. Since we’re never ones to stray too far from the norm, leave us with your thoughts on Sara’s Cs.
** we don’t really have Sara voodoo dolls, that would make us crazy. Cough. And, as noted here, we have come round to Sara and Iker.