Ronnie DOES NOT do anything inappropriate or argument-worthy at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas on Sunday.
Dear Sammi,
We'll concede: He's not putting in hours at the soup kitchen or organizing a walk for the March of Dimes. But please, before you aim your itchy trigger finger, just hear us out. It's not what it looks like.
Yes, your on again/off again boyfriend, with whom you've recently reconciled, is at a pool in Las Vegas (like the rest of your "Jersey Shore" buddies) touching bare skin with a girl whose rack is erupting out of her flamingo bikini. And yes, another girl looks to be whispering secrets into Ronnie's ears not even the trashiest mesh hat that reads "Rehab" could contain. But maybe the first had cold wrists, and it's entirely possible the second had pressing questions about diving boards.
At least entertain the idea.
All we're saying is keeping your cool is paramount in instances like these. There's hardly a need to toss any furniture, nor will shouting "I'm done!" more than any single person should be able to bring you any closer to resolution. So take a gulp of that six-hour energy you love, give that melanin count a quick pick-me-up spike and don't worry about it. As if something seedy has ever happened in Las Vegas, anyway.
Warmest regards,
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