Last night I watched Jersey Shore. I don’t know how or why this pop culture phenomenon went over my head for so long, but congratulations MTV: Do to one signature phrase I’m now hooked.
Courtesy of “Gorilla Meathead” Ronnie:
In a world saturated with metaphor and cliche for hooking up, out of the depths of hair gel soaked Jersey comes this gem. Smush-Privates. I mean I was blown away. I promise (I take that back, I gently suggest) that this will be my last non-sports post now that football season is about to be in full swing. But I now know where I will be every Thursday night: watching these “things” from the shore in their glory.
I don’t want to say I consider myself an elitist, I’m pretty sure that FWG is anything but. In fact I think that FWG and FWG Nation is incredibly high class – low brow (I’m trademarking that). But why in ALL the emails I receive every day has no one suggested that I watch this show. Have I been living under a rock? You should be ashamed of yourself, FWG fans. Poor form.