The little, tubby, orange, Chilean, Oompa Loompa, her ‘Situation’ and their teletubby Jersey imports have landed.
They’ve invaded mi Miami.
“You’re the Kryptonite to my f–king tan” – Snooki
Zeus, Hades, hath, hell and Hera save us because there is no stopping the damn poof now.
The Jersey Shore has left the northeast and traveled south to Miami. It’s an infection MTV is spreading, like a whiff of the New Jersey air that you just can’t shake upon arrival in Newark airport. Just the thought of it makes you cringe, that trashy, sulfur, tart scent that makes your body shudder in sympathy for the people who actually [Read more...]