MEET THE NEW MISS HOWARD TV FOR JULY 2009

Photo courtesy Howard TV

Donna Lalino has been selected as Miss Howard TV July 2009 for Howard Stern’s Howard TV On Demand subscription Video On Demand channel. Hailing from the Harrisburg, PA area, the gorgeous 5’3” hard-bodied 34D charmer entered the Howard Stern Show quite nervous, but she was quickly relaxed by the enthusiastic reaction she received from the on-air cast of the show. Donna’s claim that she was actually an ugly duckling in high school was met with disbelief by all, since she was stunning in her skimpy, shiny purple bikini. Her photos posted on HowardStern.com immediately crashed the site, according to an announcement made by Stern during her appearance.

Despite her reticence to reveal too much about her sexuality, Stern was able to charm her into talking about her exploits, including a threesome with a former co-worker and his wife and her experience at a swinger’s club. She tried to downplay it. “It was very casual,” said Donna. “You wouldn’t know it was a swinger’s club, except that everyone was naked, having sex!” She also admitted to Howard TV that she has had sex on the roof of a mall and on a conference room table.

Donna works out about five times a week, which accounts for her perfectly toned physique. Besides a traditional job, she is a spokes-model for a custom bike shop in Harrisburg, and travels with them to model at bike shows. She grew up listening to the Howard Stern Show because her father is a big fan.



Donna Lalino’s studio interview can be seen exclusively on Howard TV On Demand. She will also host the monthly preview show during July. Donna is also profiled with photos, blogs and a webcast on www.howard.tv/MissHowardTV.



Howard TV On Demand is a subscription video on demand channel available only on digital cable in the United States and Canada.

MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD....THANK GOD!. says Chaunce Hayden

STEPPIN OUT MAGAZINE'S "ASSHOLE OF THE WEEK" SELECTION: MICHAEL JACKSON
BY CHAUNCE HAYDEN

MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD....THANK GOD!.
It’s time for the voice of reason. Michael Jackson was an asshole. There, I said it, and I’ll say it again. Michael “creepy, boy-loving” Jackson was an asshole. Got a problem with that? Too bad.
I refuse to jump on the “rest in peace, we love you, Michael” bandwagon and shed tears over someone who was so f-ing despicable. How quickly the world forgets or conveniently chooses not to remember.
Allow me to quickly recap the life of this troubled superstar: Michael Jackson was a pedophile. Michael Jackson was a drug addict. Michael Jackson abused his own children both physically and emotionally. Michael Jackson was a dead beat who owed millions in unpaid bills. Oh yeah, and Michael Jackson could sing and dance like a motherf--ker. And now, he’s dead. Boo hoo.
What surprises me is how long this frail child molester was able to physically walk the earth. Let’s face it; Michael, for all intent and purpose, had left the human race years ago as he morphed into one of his Thriller video characters before our very eyes. But like the “Emperor’s New Clothes,” the world chose to ignore the true horror of this self-mutilated beast.
For 50 years, this soft-spoken mummy moonwalked his way through life leaving a trail of victims in his wake. God knows how many brainwashed boys were befriended by the ghoulish performer with the lure of cash, toys, exotic pets and an alcohol concoction Michael cleverly called “Jesus Juice” to loosen ‘em up before a night of debauchery. Imagine your own child lying in bed next to Michael wondering why the room is spinning while a wig-wearing 5’10”, 115-pound grown man in clown makeup gropes at his innocence. Yet, we cry for this animal as if Christ himself was crucified before our eyes. Please, spare me.
Someone should have put Michael out of his misery many years ago. A stake through the heart would have been more merciful than to allow this half-human/half plastic thing to slither through his backyard amusement park, hunting for his pubescent pray.
In the end, I believe Michael himself knew what he had become and made the choice to put a stop to the madness. While the word “suicide” has yet to be brought up between all the blind tears, it’s my hope that Michael, in an effort to stop himself from hurting any other child, put an end to his own miserable existence.
I will not mourn the death of Michael Jackson no more than I would mourn the death of any pedophile that hunts down children for deviant pleasure... Regardless of his musical abilities.
Tonight, as I write this column, my heart and tears go out to those children who grew up much too soon thanks to the “King of Pop.”

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