the Jersey bore: a review

it's sad that this big-breasted chick below is the first image you come across when you type "Jersey Shore" on Google Images. "Holy tank top" and "fat ass" and "boobs" and "she's one of the guys" and MTV digressing to a black and white morning shot--blow dryers not working. vulgar clubs and chicks and boys and it's like a popcorn shaker on acid. that's what it is--the nonstop distillation of images all hooked up on acid. the sad result is that when this acid hits the brain, the brain will not terminate. in the morning the brain will take more acid and budweiser and continue to hang out in vulgar land whether it is blow dried shampoo or free drinks or the repetition of cologne or humping. it's like bumble bees speaking grammatically incorrect English while sipping Margaritas. No this was not the New Jersey that I grew up in. Of course, I was busy reading Jane Eyre and eating frozen pizza, but most of the people who I grew with, it seems, were also not imbecilic bumble bees taking exponential hits of acid.