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JWOWW January 2012

Scandalized priests? Check. Flying wine bottles? Check. Hospitalizations due to self-inflicted head-butt wounds? We can still feel the Situation’s pain. The Jersey Shore crew’s invasion of Italy last summer was such an all-out shit show that Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, and several centuries’ worth of popes are still spinning in their graves. But in all that meatball-fueled madness, the magnificent Jenni “JWoww” Farley emerged as the clan’s (wonderfully endowed) conscience. She simmered down Snooki and soothed the Sitch. Now she and the rest of the gang are back at the Jersey Shore, doing what they do best: fist-pumping, GTL-ing, and making the world a crazier, hair-productier place for all.

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