Calling all Guidos and Guidettes.

Already being called the junk food version of a Coppola movie, Jersey Shore is MTV's latest train wreck of a reality show and has quickly become Lulu's next guilty pleasure.  It doesn't get any raunchier than this: orange tans, bad tattoos, enough Ed Hardy to make you puke and more machismo (including the girls) than four walls should be able to hold. 
Follow a mob of immoral, undisciplined 20 somethings around the boardwalk of Seaside Heights during a summer of debauchery, chaos and pure stupidity.  There really is no redeeming quality about this series except for the laugh factor (and that there is plenty of) and for moi, nostalgia.  I grew up on that boardwalk so it's worth sifting through the unforgivable garbage to see a shot of the East Pier ferris wheel or West Pier roller coaster. New Jersey, we dont pump our gas, we pump our fists (notice the pic).  Fa-get-aboud-it.