• Fist Pumpers Make Bank

    Fist Pumpers Make Bank

    I promised myself I would not fall head over heels for fist pumping and barber shop outings, but as quickly as you can say “duck phone” I was couldn’t stop watching Pauly D burn coal in a gas grill. Thus opening the doors for a new guilty pleasure to enter my life, formally known as The Jersey Shore. If you asked me a month ago if I would be constructing my Guido name on Facebook, I would have told you to go smush yourself.