Jennifer, Jwoww: “Oh my God, the gorillas are comin’ out. I see a bunch of like, gorilla juiceheads. Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like multiple growth hormones, that’s like, the type that I’m attracted to. Oh, its juicehead central right now. I’m in heaven.”
Mike, The Situation: “Juiceheads. Big is out and lean is in. It is.”
Jwoww: “I’ve physically seen like twelve gorgeous men pass me. I gotta wake Snickers up to find these guys.”
The Situation: “Thin, thin is in baby. Thin is in.”
Jwoww: “Yo, its gorilla central out there. Get the fuck up.”
Nicole, Snookie: “What do you mean?”
Jwoww: “Juiceheads everywhere. There are so many juiceheads out there, I’m like a kid in a candy shop.”
Snookie: “A juicehead is a hot, Italian tan guy, typically muscly, and loves working out, looking buff, and brawling.”
Jwoww: “Not him, I wasn’t looking at him. I saw gorillas an hour ago. Gorillas.”
Snookie: “Where are the juiceheads? I don’t see any fucking gorilla juiceheads. You woke me up for nothing. Where’s the juiceheads?”
Jwoww: “Not one. You know, I don’t see them anymore.”
I am the jungle chimp too. Not more evolved, not less. Not more sensitive to hair gel. Not less able to haul around large objects. The jungle chimp is grinning ear to ear, in the jungle swinging!