I'm not trying to fall in love on the Jersey Shore. I'm just trying to hook up.
Being called Angelina is like one of the worst things you could ever be called.
There's no way I'm going to Jersey without my hair gel, can't leave without my gel.
My girl, the brunette, has an unbelievable ass that you read about.
My hair didn't even move an inch and I was in and out of the water. My hair's windproof, waterproof, soccerproof, motocycleproof. I'm not sure if my hair's bulletproof I'm not willin' to try that.
You don't come in here on Sunday with a big banana and expect everything to be peaches.