Do you know where you were on a Thursday night from like 2009-2012? I know where I was. Planted in front of a TV watching the cast of Jersey Shore get drunk, get in fights, drop line after line that found its way into the public lexicon, and tan. Lots of tanning.
And then, as quickly as they came, they vanished into the Jersey night. Oh sure, we’ve seen them pop up now and again. JWoww and Snooki got their own TV show for a flash in the pan, The Situation evaded the IRS and now owes like a trillion dollars to Uncle Sam, and Pauly D became the biggest DJ in the world US Rhode Island Providence. Their solo endeavors have sufficiently been awful. On their own, they are as interesting as a dishwasher in Idaho’s smallest Chinese food restaurant. But together? Together they somehow have the powers to captivate audiences from San Diego to Bar Harbor, from Olympia to the Keys. Kalamazoo to El Paso. You get the idea. They’re the most entertaining group of bad news bears ever assembled on cable television. And they’re motherfucking coming back.
The first looks is here, featuring a scene between Sitch and Snooks and it’s pure heat.
I implore you to get ready by GTLing your ass day and night. Jump on a grenade for your friends. Take a spin in the smash room. It’s T-shirt time and the cabs are motherfucking here.
The great ones always come back from retirement. Jordan. Jay-Z. Fleetwood Mac. David Ortiz. The Jersey Shore cast.
PS – Sitch clocking in with quad digit girls? Chamberlain-esque. Not bad for someone made famous for being a drunken asshat on MTV..