After all my bitching about it, I never thought I’d actually be sad to see Jersey go.
And no, I didn’t cry buckets for them. Because my tear ducts are actually laced with cobra venom (long story) and it would be terribly dangerous to let that stuff slip.
But yeah, seeing these 8 alcoholic, untalented losers leave the place that made them famous was truly heart-rending.
Also, scrotum cake.