Jersey Shore, Bitches!

nfortunately I only have a few minutes to discuss something that you and I both know would only be a shame if allowed to go on un-discussed on this here reputable blog: The Jersey Shore. I dont even need to include a link to the show's website because everyone on Earth and beyond has heard about it.

Here's the thing: I love the Jersey Shore because I love to watch tv shows about douche bags because I have this sick sort of fascination with them. Its the same reason I watch The Hills and Tool Academy and sometimes VH1 shows about a "celebrity's" quest for "love" (but, for some reason, The Real World and the stupid Real World Challenges are WAY beneath the depths my fascination is willing to reach these days, probably because they are just boring). For instance, I tuned in and grossed myself out by watching Daisy De La Hoya's fish lips every week until she ultimately (and to no ones surprise) picked that douche bag London over the far less douche-y Flex, because one douche bag inevitably attracts another. There is some sort of douche-science that can be studied here, if you can stomach to watch it long enough.

The Jersey Shore is to douche-science what calculus is to math. Its a way more complicated level of douche-dom than most people dare to achieve. And there are even formulas - Gym + Tan + Laundry = Clubs * Fist Pumping/Beating the Beat.

This obviously results in millions of fascinated people all over the country (like myself) who tune in every week out of sheer curiosity. For me, its like MTV discovered aliens and filmed them in their natural habitat - of course Im gonna watch that shit!

Damn, gotta get back to class.

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