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ryan gosling on co star britney spears (Mickey Mouse Club)

I wrote poems again today
I hadn’t in a couple of months (almost a year). It felt really good. I wrote some in English, too. That’s a first. It’s weird because I didn’t think them in Spanish and then trasnlated them, I just knew I had to use English words, just knew that they could only ever be written and thought in English.
For Great Justice of the Day: Forget Scumbag Steve: Meet Jackass Jack.
When a young man by the name of Jack Weppler dumped his girlfriend, she didn’t get mad — she turned him into a meme and made sure her macros were the only thing that came up in Google Images when his name is searched.
Jack’s mom recently took to Google Webmaster Help to beg for assistance on her son’s behalf:
My minor son’s ex-girlfriend took a copyrighted picture of him (we own copyright) and uploaded it more than 60 times to a website. On each image she wrote slanderous, defamatory and pornographic captions. The webmaster of the site states he removed the images 6 weeks ago, but Google Search still shows all the images. My son is so stressed out and embarrassed and we’ve done everything we can to get images off of Google including URL removal tool, a letter to Google Legal with all the URLs because of copyright infringement, and nothing has worked!
Hell hath no fury like an Internet-savvy woman scorned.
“I have my reasons, I have respect for the Liverpool fans..” bla bla bla I’m sure you have your reasons, that’s why I was waiting to hear your conference. I was waiting to hear what you had to say that Monday and the only reason I’m ~mad and butthurt is that all you implied is that Liverpool wasn’t up to par. Like you hadn’t been part of it and had nothing to do with the team’s performance and standing on the table.
And you implied it wasn’t a top club. And that hurt and was unnecessarily mean.
I remember that (hey, it was 4 days ago) and I don’t really think that you saying you won’t celebrate is overly respectful or will somehow build bridges. It’s what I expected, it’s the only reasonable thing to do.
Still, have some Neruda, niño
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost him.
Though this be the last pain that he makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for him.



