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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Damn you, Camilla, Damn you to hell

The Queen of Pop, who we celebrated the birthday of twice in a matter of days (on Friday nights show of MEDICATION, we underwent a "marvellous" Madge special, and then again on Tuesday, which is yesterday, for those of you playing at home) has suffered a horse riding accident.

We're blaming the English Country-side, Guy Ritchie's british charm and Camilla Parker Bowels for this horrible tradegy.

Apparently the goddess is walking and talking, but according to publicist Liz Rosenberg (who is virtually a celebrity in her own right), they are unclear when the Mo'ster will be draping herself off any disco balls for promotion of her new album, "Confessions on a Dancefloor".

Let's all hope that Madonna returns to the scene of the crime, and rightfully shoots that fucking horse dead.


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