The two members of the Jersey Shore, cast took over Las Vegas this weekend. The foremost was Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi who crowded a poolside party at MGM Grand Hotel & Casino’s Wet Republic club.
In characteristic style, Snooki looked like pure Smurfit rubbish on a forged-suntanned attach. Meanwhile, Ronnie Ortiz did his most excellent reproduction of Jersey Frankenstein’s monster whereby he fluffed up his shirt, perhaps he wanted us to know how energetic and full of life he was or how he tattooed himself. Who knows?
Nevertheless, the “Jersey Shore” observable fact is bit by bit lashing me crazy, but I do become conscious that before the last related synapse fall through, these brood will be over just like the cast of the Hills. In other words, Snooki, Paul D., The Situation, J-Wows, and Ronnie shall soon be replaced by an even of inferior quality group of folks, so it is high time we keep them into the Spirit and we might as well laugh at them while we still can.
Why were there no one in the Jersey-trained Vegas attiring in Abercrombie and flitch fashion?