So if anyone was wondering if I'm one of those people who has been brain washed into loving Jersey Shore... Then yes... I am and I'm proud of it! So in honor of my favorite fist pumpin', alcohol guzzlin', partyin', tan Italian-Americans, I wrote this. Check out the season premier! Woo! Enjoy and Review!

TV

"Adam, baby, will you come-"

The little boy put a finger to his lips. "SHHHHHHHUUUSH, MOM!"

Sam placed her hands on her hips. "Excuse me boy?"

"I'm trying to watch Miami Shore!"

Her eyes widened even more. "You're watching what now? Kid, I don't think that show is for eight year olds... Why don't you watch the Diddlybops?" she asked reaching for the remote.

Adam gasped and grabbed it. "But Mom, Pooki's about to get into a fight with Angelica!"

Sam shook her head. "Uh-uh! Your Dad would kill me if I let you watch all that violent stuff."

"But you beat him up all the time!"

She was silent for a minute before stuttering. "T-that's besides the point... Besides I don't beat him up... I simply reprimand him for his actions."

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing, now hand me the remote and go finish your homework..."

"But-"

"Adam David Benson!"

He groaned. "Fine..."

"Yeah that's right!" she called after him. "Middle name!" she scoffed, plopping down on the couch. "Miami Shore... This show is nothing but crap..."

XXX

4 hours later

"What?" Sam shouted at the screen. "Tammy you're an idiot!"

Freddie walked into the aparment, about to call for Sam when he heard her violent shouts in the living room. "Sam?" he asked quietly.

"Oh come on... How can you go back to him after that?" she groaned. "Ugh..."

Freddie leaned over the back of the couch gently tapping her shoulder "Uh... S-Sam...?"

"What...?"

He scoffed. "Well hello to you too my lovely wife..."

"Hey."

"What are you watching? You only yell at the TV when wrestling's on."

"Miami Shore..." she answered quickly, eyes still glued to the screen.

Freddie laughed. "That dumb show? How could you watch a bunch of tan guys drink and party for an hour?"

"Actually," Sam looked at the clock on the corner of the screen. "It's been almost five hours..."

"Five hours, Sam? Really?" His mouth dropped. "And where's Adam?"

"Upstairs, doing his homework. You know how he gets when he's studying. Our kid's a nerd like his Daddy," she gave him a sarcastic smile and pinched his cheek.

"Nyeh..."

"Nyehhhh..."

"But seriously... How can you watch it? It seems so... stupid."

"Like your face?" He rolled his eyes. "Look Freddrag, pop a squat next to Mama and watch. It's good I promise."

He shrugged sitting next to her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Alright, but I don't know how great watching a bunch of partiers could be..."

XXX

7 hours later

"Mom? Dad?"

...

"Mommy? Daddy?"

...

"MOM, DAD!"

"Jonnie cheated on Tammy!" Freddie jolted awake. "Huh?" He looked around. The TV was still on and now infomercials were playing. "Adam? Hey why aren't you in bed?"

"Because it's time to go to school..."

"What?" he sat up. "Sam! Sam wake up we have to get Adam to school!" The sleeping blonde wouldn't budge. He sighed. "This may take a while. Go and take a shower and I'll iron your clothes for you."

"Kay," Adam answered padding to the stairs while rubbing his eyes. "Hey, Dad? What were you guys watching?"

Freddie looked away, picking at his fingers. "M-Miami Shore..."

Adam scoffed, just like his mother. "I told Mom it wasn't dumb!"

The boy walked up the stairs in triumph.