Plucked fresh from the virgin mind of our golden lady, doth comes this most rapturous of reads: A Shore Thing, from the loquacious plume of Snooki. Yea, from yonder tangelo plum fairy did issue a most wonderous and whimsical tome, one our children’s children shall cherish for seasons to come! And now, a reading…
- He had an okay body. Not fat at all. And naturally toned abs. She could pour a shot of tequila down his belly and slurp it out of his navel without getting splashed in the face.
- Any juicehead will get some nut shrinkage. And bacne. They fly into a ‘roid rage, it is a ‘road’ ‘roid rage.
- Gia danced around a little, shaking her peaches for show. She shook it hard. Too hard. In the middle of a shimmy, her stomach cramped. A fart slipped out. A loud one. And stinky. SOURCE
No. Words. Not a single written word can do justice to the beauty that is A Shore Thing. How rare it is to witness such a refined Aphrodite capture the slings and arrows of the human condition the way she has. Scholars of the English language! Put down your monocles. You are no longer necessary.
