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There Is Literally No Way to Make Money Selling News [Media Is Dead]

That is the only conclusion a reasonable person can reach reading this new Pew Foundation report. Paywalls are anathema. Nobody clicks on ads. The value of news is zero dollars and zero cents. The future of news is awesome. In the great paywall debate, a number of big names have come down in favor: For example, The Wall Street Journal and, soon, the The New York Times . The idea is that the content provided by these publications is so special and good that consumers would be willing to spend money for access to Tom Friedman’s latest column over, say, a pack of AA batteries. Is the Sunday Styles worth more to Americans than the approximate amount of change they lose each day from tripping and having it spill out of their pockets? The Pew Foundation’s Project for Excellence in Journalism’s 2010 survey says: No. Just 15 percent of those surveyed say they would still visit their favorite news site if it was behind a paywall. 82 percent would “find somewhere else.” Now, either those 82 percent count the Yahoo! homepage as their favorite news site—in which case, yes, you can find a list of the Top 10 Vacation Destinations to Save Your Failing Marriage anywhere—or the vast majority of people see news as basically words arranged on a screen in a way that makes some sort of sense—in which case, robots, you can come take my job now. Big deal, everyone knows Internet users are so cheap that 25 people are currently downloading the Haiti Benefit CD on The Pirate Bay. We’ll just keep on with advertising. Good old advertising—been there since the first journalist picked up his quill pen, wrote something racist about Indians and Dr. Thompson’s Curative Tonic bought a 4×5 above-the-fold. Get creative with it: Maybe develop new screen technologies that allow pop-ups to literally pop into users face and poke them in the eye; require all Gawker readers to bid on twelve eBay items they don’t really want before getting access to the site. Except… ads do not work either: 79% of users “rarely if ever clicked on an online ad,” according to the report. Oh, and there’s this: There is no way to make money on news because news is worth nothing. But the report is not all bad (worthless) news. For example “The notion that the news media are shrinking is mistaken”! Alright! Oh. Wait: Reportorial journalism is getting smaller, but the commentary and discussion aspect of media, which adds analysis, passion and agenda shaping, is growing – in cable, radio, social media, blogs and elsewhere. The future of journalism: Facebook wall rants, celebrity tweets, Glenn Beck and the blogs that talk about these things. But it’s all freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Tiger and Elin Woods: A Portrait of Happiness

Tiger Woods and his estranged wife Elin have been doing everything they can to work out their issues, even after he so blatantly lost his way in recent years. By lost his way, we mean he lost his pants. In the presence of pretty much any cocktail waitress that caught his eye. All while married with two little children. While a dozen Tiger Woods mistresses coming out of the woodwork is difficult to forgive and impossible to forget, their family life is getting back to normal. Earlier this month, Elin moved back in to begin the process of rebuilding their marriage and Tiger’s image. Now they’ve made it a whole week under one roof! Sources close to the family say Tiger’s been staying with Elin at their Isleworth estate for the past eight nights, and in that time, they’ve been spotted kissing ! Tiger and Elin in happier times … such times may yet return . Elin Woods has also been seen around town with a rejuvenated demeanor , according to witnesses, having renewed her commitment to Tiger and their family. As for Tiger’s golf return, he was practicing like a madman before the weather turned sour, but on the plus side, that means more time indoors with the fam. Woods has hired Ari Fleischer , former White House Press Secretary and current sports PR guru, to prep him for his inevitable (and some say imminent) return. Some have pegged his return for the private Tavistock Cup right at home in Orlando March 22, although the word on the street is Elin isn’t expected to attend. What do you think of Elin’s decision to stay with Tiger?

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Method Man, Ghostface Killah And Raekwon Hype Up Wu Massacre

‘If you’re a ride-or-die Wu-Tang fan, and you know where we coming from, you’re gonna enjoy this one,’ Rae says. By Shaheem Reid Wu Massacre by Method Man, Ghostface Killah and Raekwon Photo: Def Jam Although Raekwon , Method Man and Ghostface Killah are putting out the Wu Massacre album together, you shouldn’t consider the trio a group — their group will always be the Wu-Tang Clan . “We’re not doing this to win. We’re not doing this to bring Wu-Tang to the forefront. We’re not doing this to save the group. We’re a part of the group,” Method Man said recently in New York. “This album could have been done by Deck, U-God and GZA. Either/or, it’s still Wu-Tang. The bottom line with this LP, it was something fans always requested. It’s like, what else was we doing? It was a given. Hopefully, we can all get back in the studio and get enough time to really work on an LP.” Although Meth and his fellow Clansmen were excited to make Wu Massacre, they didn’t get as much time locked in the lab as they wanted. Def Jam was eager to get the album out to ride the wave of the critical success for Meth and Redman’s Blackout 2, Ghostface’s Wizard of Poetry and Rae’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx … Pt. II. “Def Jam put a rush on it,” Meth said. “We didn’t have a lot of time to work on it. We recorded with no budget. It is what it is. We did this for the fans. It felt good to get in the studio with Rae and Ghost. The future looks bright.” The LP features the three swordsmen and a host of guests, including Ghost’s son Sun God and Method Man’s close friend Street Life. Only a handful of songs, however, feature Meth, Rae and Ghost together. “It’s a couple of joints on there you’re gonna like,” Rae said. “We’re not all on the same joint, because we think that’s kinda corny. ‘Let him get his off. Y’all two do that. I don’t gotta be there.’ Or ‘We do that. You don’t have to be there.’ It’s an album to get back on the mic and do what we do over hot beats. When you think of Wu, you look at it as, we make hot albums. We don’t make great singles that’s gonna take off. We always focus on the body of the work. We focus on the album and make sure you get a chance to vibe with us for an hour or so.” Meth, Rae and Ghost didn’t get a lot of time to spend in the studio because of their individual schedules. Some songs were pulled from unreleased recordings, and Ghostface acted as the main curator for the album. “A lot of the production was dealt with through us playing phone tag,” Rae said. “Ghost had a lot to do with really binding the album together. It’s a great album. I think the people gonna enjoy it. One thing about me that I could say is, lyrically, it’s never been a problem for us to deliver. It’s great production on the album. RZA is on there. A couple of other soldiers we work with is on there. If you’re a ride-or-die Wu-Tang fan, and you know where we coming from, you’re gonna enjoy this one.” One of the LP’s immediate standouts is “Meth vs. Chef 2.” Over dramatic horns, Rae and Meth trade verses, trying to be iller than the other. “Sh– on your crew, n—as it’s Wu, rap athlete/ The track shoe bigger than you,” Meth rhymes on the record. “I sneeze on the track and get atchu.” Rae answers: “Y’all rappers gonna feel my pain/ But the other way around, when it’s going down/ I’m gonna reign.” Are you excited to hear Wu Massacre ? Will it tide you over till the next Wu-Tang album? Let us know below! Related Artists Wu-Tang Clan Raekwon Method Man Ghostface Killah

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Khloe Kardashian is a Monster with a Hard Nipple of the Day

I love the fabric of the dress Monster Kardashian is wearing. I’ve been seeing it a lot on girls in bars, on the street and pretty much everywhere and it’s some kind of fake leather-lookin’ shit that for some reason gives girls hard nipples. I don’t know what it is about this fabric that makes nipples hard, but it must be magic or at least created by some kind of pervert…..because even Monster Kardashian, a creature who must have a huge set of testicles, the fabric still fuck makes the motherfucker’s nipples hard. And since I love nipples, this post is more to encourage more girls to wear this kind of shirt, like actual girls and not ones who look like they belong in gay porn, and not to celebrate Khloe Kardashian…I just want to make that clear…because there is nothing worth celebrating when it comes to Khloe Kardashian…except maybe when the someone shoots her when she tries to attack them at their campground or some shit…in a mount that paw and turn it into an end table kind of way… Pics via Fame

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Lil Wayne Fans Say They Already Miss Jailed MC

‘I hope he gets out early!’ one MTV News reader says as Wayne begins prison term. By MTV News Staff Lil Wayne Photo: Louis Lanzano/AP Shortly after Lil Wayne turned himself in to serve his yearlong prison sentence, the superstar MC’s absence could be felt, both online — where Weezy had been busy tweeting and posting videos in recent weeks — and on the street. “It’s messed up looking at his situation, being a role model,” Wince Aubrey, 32, told MTV News. “But he got caught red-handed, so he’s being a man and owning up to his responsibility. He gonna be missed.” Lil Wayne’s sentencing had been delayed a number of times, first for dental surgery he required and then once again after a fire occurred at the courthouse last week. But on Monday, the rapper was formally sentenced to one year in prison after pleading guilty to attempted gun possession. The New Orleans native will now call Rikers Island his home at least until November, when he could be released after eight months for serving his jail stint with good behavior. “Wow, that really sucks,” MTV.com reader Courtney wrote. “I think that this is so stupid. … He is a good artist and donates a lot of money to charities. I hope he gets out early!!!” “DAMN! So, finally he’s gone,” Superman commented online. “Stay strong, Weezy. Best rapper alive.” But not all fans were saddened by the departure of the nearly ubiquitous hip-hop star. George Asatrian, 21, argued that Lil Wayne won’t be missed too much. “Hip-hop won’t be affected too much by him going to jail,” he told MTV News. “Because he probably has so much music to last, and I think he has enough people under him who will hold him down until he comes back.” Brooklynite Angel Velasquez said that even though the rapper’s sentence is short, it will still be challenging. But he cautioned about too much hype surrounding Lil Wayne’s imprisonment. “It’s not all about Weezy,” he said. “There’s a lot more entertainers out there.” Related Videos Lil Wayne’s ‘Road To Rikers’ Related Photos Lil Wayne Heads To Rikers Island Related Artists Lil Wayne

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How I Crashed the Vanity Fair Oscar Party Last Night [Exclusive]

Twice, actually. Admittedly for about seven minutes in total. But it still counts as the first intrusion in 15 years. Here’s how I assumed various guises, bypassed half a dozen checkpoints, and ended up making chitchat with Rupert Murdoch . To shamelessly self-promote for a moment, the Vanity Fair party has only been gatecrashed once , at least according to ex- VF staffer Toby Young: In 1996, a reporter for Star magazine brought a pig on a leash and claimed it was the same animal that had played Babe. But that was 15 years ago, and security measures have been stepped up since then. This year it was rumored that, in addition to the scores of regular security guards and bomb-sniffing dogs, there were undercover ex-CIA agents on hand to keep the A-listers safe and the riffraff out. (It’s possible. The security people scared the crap out of me.) Sadly, I didn’t get to experience much of it. I spent about seven minutes inside the party over the course of a nine-hour ordeal. To prepare for what’s often described as the most exclusive party on the planet, the police closed down a lane of Sunset Boulevard. Only those with official passes were allowed to drive up to the Sunset Tower Hotel (which is where the party was held). The initial three or four checkpoints were manned by cops. I counted four or five different Vanity Fair checkpoints on top of that, as guests wended their way across the red carpet. The cops blocked off all the surrounding streets, too: the rented Gawkermobile was towed when we parked nearby. Inside the hotel—and all around it—were at least 50 plainclothes guards, each with an earpiece and wrist radio. They were stationed at every vulnerable point and tracked every person who walked in the building. But. The security is only put in place at around 5pm. Which is why, at 3pm, I walked up to the door and told the one guard that I was there to meet someone in the lobby. I then stole a Vanity Fair -branded umbrella and told the concierge that I had to deliver it immediately to someone in the party area. He believed me, against all odds. Inside a translucent marquee stretched out over acres of cream suede couches. “VANITY FAIR” was spelled out in 15 foot letters on a hedge that towered overhead. But the place was empty. I just had to find somewhere to hide. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. The guard was muscled, moved like a soldier, and displayed the menacing courtesy of someone who knows he can kill you with a spoon. Luckily, he got distracted by messages on his earpiece for a moment and he let me go. I walked into another party room, which was laid out for dinner. This picture, below, sucks because I was immediately kicked out again by another guard who had apparently seen me move from room to room. What followed were endless hours hiding in the hotel’s stairwells. That garnered these pictures of the red carpet and the marquee. Because there was nothing else to do except count the tiles and text people. At around 10pm I decided to venture out and check the staff area for opportunities. I found two passes lying abandoned on a table—one expired red pass for now-departed construction workers, and the other that belonged to some dude. (These pictures were taken in the staff bathroom, by the way.) My dilemma was that I looked nothing whatsoever like Johnny Darakdjian, the man who was unfortunate enough to leave his credentials lying around. So I decided to use the expired red pass and pretend I was checking in on something. I stepped out of the elevator around 11:30pm and noticed Anjelica Huston sprawled on a couch talking to a younger man. “Reeeaaaly?” she intoned coyly to her companion as I sailed past her and she turned to look at me, arching an eyebrow. Later, Rupert Murdoch told me he liked the hamburgers Graydon served up (not personally), from In-‘N-Out burger. When he asked who I was working for and I told him Gawker, he immediately explained that he didn’t talk to the likes of us. Captain Chesley Sullenberger was more hospitable. He, too, was a fan of the burgers, and he also said that all the stars were “so nice.” But I really didn’t get to experience much of it. Crash number two didn’t last long. “Excuse me sir, can I help you?” a smart, polite and very large man inquired. “I was asked to go and check something inside.” “But this pass is no longer valid.” “Ah. Well, my other one is upstairs. I’ll just go grab it.” I actually went downstairs to try and steal another pass with a more plausible picture on it. This time they were waiting for me. “You,” said a short, efficient-looking man in his 30s with a fresh buzzcut. “Show me that pass.” He examined it, and turned to a colleague. “You’re done. Follow me.” They escorted me from the building, onto the street. I was walking away when buzzcut came after me again, wielding the pass. “Where did you get this?” “I found it.” “Did you pay for it?” “No.” “Did someone give it to you?” “No.” “Are you lying to me?” “No.” “Right. Get the out of here. Now.” He turned to his right and caught sight of a man, who I realized as I walked away was the very Johnny Darakdjian whose pass I’d stolen. “You!” buzzcut shouted. “You’re done. Get the hell out of here. You’re done. You sell this?” He held up the pass. “No! I didn’t! I didn’t!” “Get out of my sight.” Johnny continued to protest as I broke into a run around the corner. Coincidentally, I ended up bumping into Kevin, the homeless guy who’s been around Hollywood trying to turn Oscar weekend into cash . I asked him how it was going. “Shitty. All these millionaires and I got nothing.” I tried to walk up the street but the LA Sheriff’s department had apparently been told about me. “You’re not going anywhere. But have a nice fucking day.”

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‘American Idol’ Loses Haeley Vaughn, Jermaine Sellers, John Park, Michelle Delamor

Danny Gokey performs his debut country single during results show. By Gil Kaufman Haeley Vaughn on “American Idol” on Thursday Photo: Fox In some ways, the first two weeks of this year’s “American Idol” semifinals have felt a lot like an extension of the brutal Hollywood Week: a painful but necessary mass culling of the herd in order to get to the good stuff. Four more singers went down Thursday night (March 4), including Michelle Delamor, Jermaine Sellers, Haeley Vaughn and John Park. Inexplicably, Tim Urban, the cute boy who has proven two weeks running that he is the luckiest guy on the stage, was given a pass, which allowed him to bust out his “what? me?” face yet again along with Todrick Hall, whose Tina Turner cover drew serious fire but also enough votes to keep him in the running. Pumped-up Michael Lynch did it again with a solid James Brown cover, and Casey James was waved through despite a split decision from the panel on his cover of the oft-sung “I Don’t Want To Be.” That left Purple Haze singer Park standing after another messy week courtesy of John Mayer’s “Gravity,” which, in typical “Idol” fashion, Park sang way better on his way out after being eliminated, almost hitting half the notes and showing more personality and verve than he had in weeks. The second man to go was testy soul man Jermaine Sellers, who got the dreaded “cabaret” putdown from Simon for his smooth-jazz version of Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On.” He was paired center stage with onetime front-runner Andrew Garcia, who kept on chugging despite a just so-so reception for his version of James Morrison’s “You Give Me Something,” which the panel felt lacked pizzazz. That left suddenly surging rocker Lee Dewyze in the running after his solid take on Hinder’s “Lips of an Angel.” Nervous teen Aaron Kelly and equally nervous Alex Lambert, who is starting to come around thanks to a nuanced cover of John Legend’s “Everybody Knows,” also survived. Sellers said it wasn’t his unpredictable personality that did him in. “Where I sing from, you can’t be taught how to riff and run and sing high notes,” he said. “I’m a church singer. That’s where my heart is.” He tried to take it to church one more time as he gently sang his way off with the Gaye classic, hitting all the same nutty, seesaw notes that did him in to begin with. For the ladies, the first casualty was Michelle Delamor, the somewhat bland R&B singer who took a chance that didn’t pan out with Creed’s power ballad “With Arms Wide Open.” “I think I was so wrapped up in trying to do everything right while being judged that I kind of lost sight of just performing,” she said dejectedly, promising to keep on keepin’ on. The second run through “Arms” was no better and maybe a bit sharper, so America appeared to have gotten it right. Didi Benami dodged a bullet, even after Simon compared her to a screeching cat thanks to her bomb-tastic cover of Bill Withers’ “Lean on Me.” Also making the grade were quirky jazz bird Lilly Scott, soul belter and possible new front-runner Paige Miles and high-schooler Katie Stevens, who still hasn’t found her groove but did just enough with “Put Your Records On” to stick around again. The second ax then fell on Haeley Vaughn, the teenage cow-pop wannabe who fell down hard with her attempt at Miley Cyrus’ “The Climb” and appeared to sense she was not going to stick around. Standing next to her was Lacey Brown, who did what the judges suggested and sang Sixpence None the Richer’s “Kiss Me,” even if they didn’t like the results, and made it through anyway. “I think I could definitely use some more experience,” Vaughn said, lamenting that she’s going to have to return to high school next week before making the rocky climb one more time. Even with mixed results from the judges for her gutsy but very slow solo piano ramble through Coldplay’s “The Scientist,” Katelyn Epperly lived another day; resurgent leader Crystal Bowersox bounced back from possible elimination after her hospitalization Tuesday thanks to a winning version of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Long as I Can See the Light”; and resident oddball Siobhan Magnus blew the room away with her note-heard-’round-the-world throwdown on Aretha Franklin’s “Think.” Returning to the stage was last year’s #3 finisher, Danny Gokey, who performed “My Best Days Are Ahead of Me,” the debut single from his upcoming album. Rocking a leather jacket, jeans, a burgundy shirt and his signature specs, Gokey’s gravelly soul voice was warmly received as he sang the peppy country/pop tune about the power of positive thinking. “I can be whatever I want to be/ My best days are ahead of me,” he crooned over a twanging pedal-steel riff. “I’ve got sunsets to witness, dreams to dance with/ And beaches to walk on and lovers to kiss.” After spending most of his “Idol” run being tagged as “the guy with the tragedy” — a reference to the death of his young wife Sophia four weeks before his audition — Gokey said he wanted to come out with a first single that showed how much hope “Idol” gave him. “I just found out the writer of the song lost his wife too, and he wrote this song a few months after she passed away. And without me knowing it, I picked it up, I recorded it and put it on radio. … It’s an anthem for me. I’m excited about life again.” The group sing-along was to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling,” with the girls doing a much better job of selling he corny lip-synch than the boys, who seemed like they were extras on a “Sesame Street” skit about positive hip-hop. The painfully cheesy segment did give us a glimpse of mullet man Lambert fake-shouting the lyric “Mazel Tov!” and Urban throwing up some painfully suburban rapper hands, as well as the quirky Magnus just saying no to tight skirts and leggings and going with ripped jean shorts over tights. The girls will be back performing Tuesday, followed by the guys on Wednesday. What did you think about the eliminations? Did America get it right? Who do you think should have gone home? Let us know below. Get your “Idol” fix on MTV News’ “American Idol” page , where you’ll find all the latest news, interviews and opinions. Related Photos ‘American Idol’ Season Nine Performances The ‘American Idol’ Season 9 Top 24

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Fire That Delayed Lil Wayne Sentencing Ruled An Accident

Smoke was caused by an electrical miscue in the basement of the courthouse. By Jayson Rodriguez New York City Fire Marshalls enter the Manhattan Criminal Court building in Manhattan Tuesday Photo: Timothy A. Clary/ Getty Images The fire that caused Lil Wayne’s sentencing to be delayed twice this week has been deemed an accident, according to the New York Daily News. The smoke was caused by an electrical miscue in the basement of the courthouse, and as a result, the building was evacuated. The Manhattan Criminal Court building was later closed for the afternoon, which resulted in a number of hearings to be postponed, most notably Lil Wayne’s. Scaled-down proceedings took place Wednesday (March 3), but an official confirmed to MTV News in the morning that the Cash Money Records lyricist would not be sentenced until Monday . The courthouse was closed Wednesday as operations moved to a smaller building across the street. “For losing the biggest courthouse in the state, we’re doing pretty well,” a spokesman for the Office of Court Administration told the Daily News. “We expected it to be a bit messy, but we’re still up and running.” Lil Wayne will now have through the weekend until he faces Judge Charles H. Solomon. The rapper reached a plea deal with prosecutors in November, and as a result, he will serve a one-year prison term. He is expected to turn himself in immediately after formal sentencing. On Tuesday night, Wayne appeared at Madison Square Garden alongside Young Jeezy during Jay-Z’s Blueprint 3 Tour. As of press time, it’s unclear if the superstar MC will stay in New York or return to Miami, where he resides. His lawyer, Stacey Richman, suggested Florida would be better to spend his remaining free time. “Maybe he’s going to go home for the weekend,” Richman said. “I think I would — the weather’s nicer down there.” Related Videos Lil Wayne’s ‘Road To Rikers’ Related Photos Lil Wayne Heads To Rikers Island Related Artists Lil Wayne

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13 Intimate Facebook Messages You Weren’t Supposed to See [Modern And Awkward]

Here’s a cache of the private messages misdirected by Facebook last week, messages about sex and divorce, devotion and infidelity, cancer and rubdowns. Messages underlining how deeply digital networks run through our lives, and how important online privacy has become. Last week, a routine Facebook code update sent hundreds of private messages to the wrong recipients , illustrating the outsized impact of a simple programming bug. The actual content of those messages, meanwhile, shows the emotional weight behind the numbers, and hints at the sorts of interpersonal disasters that might unfold if the messages had ended up in the hands of friends and acquaintances rather than total strangers. The below messages, provided to us by Facebook user Sarah Heyward, who has given us permission to use her name, are the first we’re aware of to be explicitly presented whole and in this quantity. That’s despite the fact that some misdirected Facebook messages ended up in the hands of two journalists, one an online editor for the Wall Street Journal and the other a reporter for Sports Illustrated. The Journal did excerpt some messages here , though if any were presented whole the paper didn’t say so. We expect some messages will be presented whole during a musical reading at the East Village bar Heathers Friday night . In any case, our intention in presenting the full text of these messages is not to expose the lives of strangers but to give a flavor of the deeply personal information that runs through Facebook’s network, and to show the sort of deeply personal information that Facebook leaked , to strangers, in the latest in a series of privacy goofs . As such, we’ve redacted people’s names in the messages below. We have, however, cross referenced the names of the message senders with their Facebook profiles just to make sure these communications are authentic; all indications are that they are. Our thanks to Tipster Sarah, who supplied them to us while also supplying them to Nick Summers, organizer of tomorrow night’s event . From a woman and apparent soon-to-be ex-wife, presumably to her husband. Heartbreaking: From a female, a thoroughly flattering upset message to some guy: We were severely tempted to private message the guy who wrote this and get the backstory, but didn’t. Dude, if you’re reading this, email us . Here: Anyone familiar with this particular film? Also, we presume “JK” is “just kidding:” Prayer time: From a woman to, uh, her special friend? Hmmm: Q&A: Worst use of an emoticon ever: Blink 182 lyrics followed by “always thinking of you” in Spanish: From a dedicated man to a woman aching for punctuation: At first we were thinking affair, but after reading the second message we were thinking “teenager:” Tipster Sarah: “I do understand French and this one is hilarious. Guess French girls say the same shit about their mutual ‘friends’ as the rest of us do.” Google translation underneath; post your corrections in the comments or email : Google translation: As I told you recently, I have too much free time, which means too much time on Facebook, which means I’m made to look for random patterns. I therefore have this gossip / bitcherie: Do you think that Maureen is made less ugly than before? Just like normal? A “nagging” message to be careful what you post via Facebook. Oh, come on what’s the worst that could possibly…. err, nevermind: (Top pic: Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg at his desk, via his Facebook account.)

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Salma Hayek’s Tits Do a Kids Show of the Day

I just had a conversation with someone about kid’s shows being really fucking creepy. We were talking about PeeWee’s Playhouse because he’s making some kind of masturbating in a porn theater comeback, and like everyone in the late 80s, I used to watch the shit, until recently being forced to watch it again, only to realize just how crazy it actually was. It was sexual, awkward and more than anything, pretty fucking insane. So if you haven’t watched a kid’s show as an adult, you will be surprised how fucking cracked out the shit is, it’s like a bad porno without the sex but instead with creepy tree-hugging hippies singing songs about bullshit and characters only serious hard drug use could think up. It is high energy, I’m talking bouncing off the wall insanity that would normally leave a motherfucker institutionalized if he was to do it on the street corner at 3 in the morning.. Apparently Salma Hayek, an entited mother celebrity mother who decided to do something to excite her spawn decided to pull some strings to show her kid just how cool she actually is and she did it while showing off her tits, making all the kids watching it hungry for milk…and scarring their brain into thinking tit, wanting tit and never quite knowing why they are so tit obsessed until serious therapy unravels this moment 20 years down the line…. Pics via PacificCoastNews Pics via LFI

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