I interrupt my unintentional blogging hiatus to tell you that this is by far the best article describing the courthouse appearance today of RHONJ creatures Joe and Teresa Giudice. To which they arrived In. A. Honda. Pick Up Truck.!
So much to talk about! I can’t decide which is the best part: I was going to say the part where Juicy Joe slapped a news camera out of his way but that pales in comparison with the description of the happy couple as looking like there were digesting bad scungilli. Then I thought maybe the best part is when Joe’s little old mother dropped the f bomb onto a reporter.
But this is all eclipsed by Joe’s devoted father who defiantly shows first the finger and then his ass to the cameras.
That’s love. I don’t think my father would have done that for me. And look at Teresa competing in the ass contest without even trying.
What a family! These are my people! Or rather, these are the people I have to compete with for parking spaces. New Jersey – come for the parking spaces; stay for the rude public gestures! We bad.
I notice there are no Gorgas around for this event. No Bahbah, around whom Teresa lives her life. No Nonah, that teacher of tomato canning and contributor of recipes to those NY Times best selling cook books. No My Brother. No Melissa.
I only hope this does not render The Faux Milania G silent on Twitter.