I sunk that low

For anyone who watched Thursday night’s episode, the state of New Jersey will be providing free counseling sessions. Paid for by the taxpayers, of course.

Okay, where to begin? Well, as JWOWW astutely put it, “I wish I had the ‘Men in Black’ zapper to undo the whole night.”

Yup, that sums it up quite nicely.

So the gang is giving Florence the weekend off to restock the liquor stores and are headed to the beach town of Riccione.

“It looks like Hawaii, so I feel like it’s like an island, or maybe it’s on the border of like a continent,” Snooki muses. “You know what I mean? So it’s like by ocean.”

Well the cast certainly packed like they were headed to a deserted island! Four bags apiece for a 24-hour stay? Ridiculous – especially for a group of people who wear so little clothing, priests literally run out of churches to tell them to cover up.

As the guys go have a classy day of fine dining and exploration, the girls make a beeline for the beach bar to get wasted.

While taking shots with their hands behind their back and chanting, “blast in a glass,” the ladies horrify the poor, unsuspecting bartender by screaming “vagina” and yelling at passersby to translate it in Italian.

And who said “Jersey Shore” wasn’t educational!

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