There's nothing like a passionate woman.
And by passionate we mean consumed with a need for physical violence wired to a hair trigger, and by woman we mean a gnomish being native to the sticky shores of New Jersey who consumes liquor and bronzer in equal quantities—ah hell, we mean Snooki.
And here she is, expressing her boundless id the best way she knows how: ham-fisted face slapping, animalistic hair-pulling and good ol' boob-bashing as she teaches big-mouthed Sammi a lesson she won't soon forget. Until next week, when it all happens again.
But until then, you've got your heavenly load of Soup happening this very night, so gather the youngsters and glue your eyeballs to the set at 10 p.m.