The future looks bright for the GTL acronym. No one likes cleaning their drawers after they pump some iron and bake their epidermis, but there’s a shit ton of awesome in knowing that, due to your erratic party-hardness, you could have a law named after you. Alright, so maybe this isn’t always a shining moment to call your mother about, but in Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi‘s case, there should be a lot of fist pumping going on.
State assemblyman Ronald Dancer introduced legislation for the “Snookiville” Law, which would regulate reality television filming for the greater good of public safety and force the producers to pony up the extra cash to staff filming locations with ample law enforcement. I mean, let’s be honest here, it’s not like these film crews are on the mean streets of Seaside Heights, shooting a segment for The Martha Stewart Show. We’re talking about Jersey Shore, The Real Housewives of New Jersey, and Cake Boss. Okay so maybe Buddy Valastro isn’t the edgiest example, but you get the gist, mkay?
“Valastroville Law: Leaving dead cake heads in your bed since 1910.”
I’m interested to see where the legislation goes, if anywhere. There is so much trashy, entertainment gold in parts of the great Garden State. I wouldn’t want to miss out on losing myself in a pint of Cherry Garcia and mind-numbing ridiculousness if it meant that New Jersey turned into a a Jersey Snore.
Now that she’s Mama Bear Polizzi, I’m glad to see Snooki on the “right” side of the law, whether she likes it or not.
We almost saw your baby coot chute, Snooks. Get it together.
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