Madonna: Revelador Show en Roma

Ella nunca ha sido modesta, y Madonna le dio a sus fans en Roma un poco más de lo que esperaban ayer por la noche (12 de junio).

La cantante de "Material Girl" se encontraba en la mitad de su actuación de "Human Nature", cuando se quitó el paquete del micrófono y abrió la cremallera de sus pantalones para mostrar su tanga (y nalgas) para que todos vean.

Y parece que la multitud en el Stadio Olimpico fue agradecida por el gesto, animando con más fuerza después de ver a Madge.

Esta no es la primera exposición indecente de Madonna durante su actual gira, ella experimentó un deslizamiento del pezón durante su concierto en Turquía, unos días antes.

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Carrie Prejean Remains

Donald Trump looked at Miss California Carrie Prejean with cartoon hearts in his eyes and said she might stay.
Madonna tried to make A-Rod jealous of her new boyfriend, whom she might get wedded to or something.
Kiefer Sutherland's lawyers claimed Jack McCollough started it.
Chris Brown shrugged.



Louis admited that he already wrote the American Gladiators movie, a secret long kept. He has always been open, though, about his disdain for "American Idol's" Danny Gokey. Gokey was voted off this week, and America's voting smart people were justly recognized.

Louis also counted down the top five non-winning "AI" contesteants that America's voting people were not so smart about. Unfortunately, he had to leave off at number three when he was struck down, suddenly, by food poisoning. (I'm watching you, Danny Gokey.) He'll continue his list of unrecognized greatness when he returns Monday.
George Clooney pretended like he didn't throw up at a club in Miami.
We said goodbye to the "Real Housewives of New York," and hello to New Jersey.
Meghan McCain forgot who she was. A security guard at the White House Correspondents' Dinner reminded her.
An important person establish the script for New Moon in a garbage can and didn't leave it there.

When The Musics Over Sit On A Chair

All I asked for was the head of Anonymous Boxer for possibly having a hand in the making of the next Hollywood Cockbuster 'Beverly Hills Chihuahua' and what I got was a mud wrestling match........ again . MJ turned it into a 'Who will get the old man's cap?' issue. I'm no ded yet. That MJ cannot wait to get her hands on my tweed and where does she get all that mud from?

I used Photoshite to obscure the identifies of some of these bloggers............... or did I? no really I need to know and who are you people and what am I doing here? ever think that Alzheimer patients were really just being philosophical with all their questions but some greedy cunt of a son or daughter wanted their inheritance or just didn't get it?

I once had a person who stood on a bridge and said "Whats the point?" which got me thinking and after 3 hours of discussion they rudely jumped off the bridge the silly fucker, you remember when I posted 8 times in one day on the subject even MJ begged me to stop (something she has never done before) Well we all had a nice day out at the mud patch which is on hallowed ground otherwise that many bloggers in one place would open a Hell or guitar rift and both Satanists and guitar players are such posers so fuck that, just in it for the sex they are, so shallow.

Oh and I was too lazy to do links and if you just got to this blog and don't know anyone, well I don't think I really care.


Mistress MJ readies herself for battle she has been here oh so many times before. Once you've had First Nation's mud filled hoo hoo on yer face even water boarding looks like fun.


Anonymous Boxer being a serious athlete warms up by dooning her sparring partner and a bottle of 'beat the wife'.


Miss Tachae forgot how hot the sun is south of the Canadian border and will not be participating. Having played a Doctor on TV I will administer treatment free of charge.


Inner Voices took time off from shooting at empty beer cans and butt raping city folk to referee the match. He tried to start on the count of 3 but needed help with figuring out those number thingys.


Everyone seems so sexy on the Interweb who knew I had so many hot readers?


Madonna wanted to join in but that is one nasty hoor bag and that was a used corn hob.

Momentary Madness was momentary aroused 'Viva Viagra!'


Jimmy Bastard had some business in Thailand to take care of and couldn't make it. He is asking for donations for legal help on his blog.


Mago insisted on restoring order and shot Mr Pineapples in the face for calling him German. Mr Pineapples my shite has more smarts than you, hes from Frankleberg or Franconia you twat which makes him a Frankfurter or a Hamburger or something.

Mago we demand to see yer passport.


Savannah had to leave the fight early as she needed a drink. I wasn't counting but that gurl sure likes her Penis Coladas .

Mj and Boxer realised that in war there is no real winner (except when we beat the IRA and the Argentineans and the Germans......... twice) maybe it was the Scotch that was in the both of them or maybe the mud stuck them together but the words, "yer my best fucking mate" was reported to have been heard.



Now off home ya scamps for some good clean fun.



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Shit Its The A-Team.

In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...the A-Team.

In the 80's I tried to get back into acting, hoping to slip in under the long noses of the Jews that had blackballed me from Hollywood, see previously on Old Knudsen. Little does the average punter know but I was one of the original members of the hit TV show The A-team, there was Colonel John " Hannibal" Smith, (George Peppard) Sergeant Bosco "Bad Attitude" Baracas, ( Mr. T, Lawrence Tero) Lieutenant Templeton "Faceman" Peck (as played in the pilot by Tim Dunigan) and me who played Captain B.B. "Howling Mad" Knudsen the mentally disturbed Nam vet pilot, and there was of course a token broad as a news paper reporter.

George Peppard was the star and he made sure everyone knew about it, the biggest trailer with a vibrating recliner, he'd always start off conversations to the director this way, "when I made breakfast at Tiffany's, this was my best angle" or "during the making of Operation crossbow close ups of me worked better on 90% of the takes."

The rest of us hit our marks and said our lines .

I am from the school of method acting, Brando, De Niro, Keitel, all pussies, I became Howling Mad Knudsen.

One day the director came to me, "Soren, I just don't think you're feeling the character, the man has been to war, hes seen things he shouldn't have seen, they all have but Howling mad, took it worse."

Its true I wasn't feeling my character, how come the Vietnam vet ex special forces couldn't hit anything they shot at, and no one ever died? was this why they lost Nam? plus my fake American accent was on power with Madonna's fake British one, the director finished with these words,"George thinks you should be more loopy." I didn't understand as character was up in a plane not chasing Charlie doon tunnels, why was he the crazy one? maybe a chemical imbalance?

What was with Mr T's chains? did he wear those in the jungle? oh no its a little bodybuilder with excessive jewelry quietly creeping up on us, camouflage lad shape, shine, surface and silhouette.

I went home for the day and thought about it all, I rented out Apocalypse now, One flew over the Cuckoos nest and Chitty chitty bang bang, I was going to become Howling mad Knudsen and become the breakout character of the 80's, this was going to make me bigger than Rocky.

The next day I went to the studios with a plastic bag filled with acting prop. I hid behind my entrance mark and prepared myself with prop on cue I ran out, my face covered in my own feces, licking it from my fingers and clucking like a chicken, I then jumped onto George Peppard's leg and started to dry hump it.

I had become Captain B.B. Howling Mad Knudsen, I was the greatest actor in the world.

After they fired me and I got out of the mental hospital hospital I heard that a Dwight Schultz had gotten my role and was now Howling Mad Murdock, he was somewhat successful and I hold no grudges, even though his name sounds like a nazi or something, that fucker.

Face had a nervous breakdown after seeing me rape George Peppard's leg and was replaced by Dirk Benedict. Peppard called me several times after that asking me out, I had to change my number, they just didn't understand the art that is acting.