Example: If I was in a bloody heap on the shoulder of the highway and Tamra and Gretchen from OC rode by on their matching pink Harleys, they'd say to each other (into the microphones attached to their pink helments), "Hee haw, hee haw!!! Hahaha!!! What happened to that guy?" and keep right on riding so as not to be late to Vicki's houseboat and pasties party in Havasu. If Jill from NY drove by in a fully-equipped Bentley ambulance, she'd say to her elf, in her hallow, smirking way, "Oh, gawd. That's soooo saaaad. I wish there was something I could do. Oh well." If Dina saw me, she'd pull her Escalade over, stomp up to me and say, "What the fuck have you done to yourself, Asshole?" Then she'd scoop me up, covering herself in my blood, toss me in the backseat (on top of the shopping bags full of the Short Hills Mall's finest wares) and pick up her $900 cell phone and say, "Oh, nuthin.' Some asshole needs a ride to the hospital. I'll be a little late."

Jersey. Yep.

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