Last week on Jersey Shore, I was rocking OUT with the only thing from Jersey that matters to me besides my cousin Bill… Bruce Springsteen. Y’all, he is my Higher Power, and he played the best show I have ever seen! He even did Santa Clause Is Coming to Town.!
Last week down the shore, Vinnie and Jionni hashed it out like guido-men at the Shore Shower, Mike and Snooki had a sit-down apology/flash-bask sesh at her gnome home that went… okay. Her fake eyelashes were so distracting, it was hard to tell. They high-fived, though, so I guess that’s a start. Jenni got up in Jionni’s grill about not being around a lot, and Jionni maybe might try to consider making an effort. I maintain he’s got the right idea by not being around. The guys degrade Paula, so that was not fun to watch. Way to go, MTV. Vinny and Snooki do a little bonding when Vinny’s too sick for a night at Aztec. They end up cruising over on scooters, not adorable Italian Vespas, mind you. Larks. Like in Medicare commercials. Snooki gets a sonogram, and the boys take Jionni out for some ritual bonding, Shore-Style.
Watch the opening credits closely next time. It’s shocking how young and fresh they look compared to now.
We open with Jenni, who calls Roger only to be told that all of the guys were telling Jionni that she was the one stirring the proverbial pot with regard to how much time Jionni doesn’t spend with Nicole. Jenni confronts Ron about it, since he’s been equally vocal. Hasn’t she learned though, that in this messed up reality, she’s the bad guy because she’s a girl. She takes her stand in a Slayer muscle shirt though, and I sort of love her for all of it. She eventually calls Jionni and they hash it out on the duck phone. He does mention that he’s been there every weekend, and Snooki just hasn’t told them that, which seems like a weird mistake on editing’s part. That makes it seem like they don’t actually hang out all the time! You know, actual reality.
The Roomies hang around shootin’ it together, and Vinny mentions he wants to take a ballroom dancing class. Harkening his Dancing With the Stars run, Mike wants to go, as do several others. Mike tells everyone that he used to be a stripper in college – $10 for massages, $20 for lap-dances. $50 for Mike to go away.