Deena’s cooka. Deena’s kooka. Deena’s cooka pictures uncensored.
People entered those gag-worthy terms into a search engine and ended up at the Cajun Tomato this week. I know this all-important knowledge thanks to WordPress analytics.
“Jersey Shore” — I typed “Jersey Shire” before correcting myself — is back with its fifth season Thursday night on MTV. Can you imagine Bilbo Baggins at the Shore? Or Snooki and Deena at the Shire? I digress.
I don’t know what “Jersey Shore” means to you — maybe it is guilt, maybe it is disgust, maybe it is meatball lust. For me, it means the aforementioned search items related to Deena’s vajayjay are going to cause my page views to shoot up like a Jersey hooker.
"Jersey Shore": My new/old addiction
The “Jersey Shore” housemates are my cigarettes. I want to quit them. I know they’re bad for me. They have polluted my brain for three seasons. And yet I can’t kick them. I am addicted. Hopelessly addicted.
I managed to wait four days after Season 4’s premiere before viewing it. I can promise that won’t happen with future episodes. From what I saw from the season preview and what I have read about the season online, I have decided there is no point fighting my addiction to “Jersey Shore.” Not at least until MTV makes wholesale changes to the cast after Season Five, which has already been filmed.
Below are my thoughts about “Jersey Shore”: Season 4, Episode 1. It was not the best “Jersey Shore” episode I have seen, but as an introductory episode it succeeded in illustrating just how far out of their element the castmates are/were.
WARNING: If you have not seen the first episode, you probably should stop reading here.