Gallery: Spaniards Vie To Become “Mr.20 Minutos Summer 2008″
21 August 2008, 9:45 AM. By Guanabee Staff
You know how to be the #1 paper in Spain? Hold a beauty contest amongst your readers. That’s what Spanish publication 20 Minutos is doing. And we have to say they’ve scored a point or two after their whole, ‘ching chong’ eye photo thing by including a Mister 20 Minutos category for those of us not interested in tetas. And, let us tell you, some of these dudes are keeping it real. Real hairy, that is. Like this guy, Pedro Belemonte Flores, who is in FIRST PLACE right now which proves those Spaniards are not taking the objectification of the male form seriously. After the jump, a gallery of our favorites which includes some very pretty men and some that are totally NSFyour appetite.
For your convenience, we’ve included some viewing music:
Diego
Shockingly, Diego is only in third place. Get over there and vote, people.
Jose Mario Mendes
There was only one black guy on the list. Shocking coming from Spain, no?
Eduardo Moya
Bwa ha ha.
Felix Sanchez
Felix is bring sexy back. And also the mullet.
Gusan De La Rosa
We don’t even want to know what the hell is going on in this picture, but we’re definitely NOT ordering the carrots.
Junior Saldaña
Ese Junior!
Rafael N.
We have nothing bad to say about this photograph except that it was in 20th place last we checked.
Pepe Muñoz Garcia
And this was in 4th.
Mister ‘20 minutos’, Verano 2008 [20 Minutos]
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Guanabee, don’t you know the no-red-pubes-before-noon rule? There goes my oatmeal.
Bigfoot!
im so voting for junior!
seriously though.. I threw up a little bit when i saw mr hairy. and hey doesn’t the black guy kinda look like don cheadle.
@la roncha: Uh…only in that all black people look alike sort of way.
Hellloooooo Gusan y Rafael!!
The guy with the carrots looks he has a bunny loose in that bathroom. What the hell is all over the floor??
I’m guessing it’s dirt.
Dirt from his filthy, filthy carrots of love.
You don’t even want to know what he’s doing with the zucchini.