Meanwhile, JWOWW and Deena have embarked upon the fool's errand of walking home from Karma all by their drunken lonesomes. In case Deena hadn't fully gotten some weird case of foot herpes from walking barefoot, she seals her feet fate by standing entirely too close to JWOWW as The WOWW pees behind a parked car. Worst of all, the gorilla digits Deena picked up at the club fall into a pool of JWOWW's pee when she scampers off to get out of the urinary stream. Sorry, random guy from da club, you lose, JWOWW's bladder wins.
The girls get home to find Sammi cuddling and consoling Snooki, who is bawling that Vinny brought home a girl. Out in the kitchen, the guys have their post-coital meal and condemn Snooki for daring to want to have sex with Vinny when she hooked up with Gianni the night before (or two nights before, if we're going for accuracy). JWOWW comes out to tell Vinny that Snooki is crying over him, and he calls her a hypocrite for getting mad at her for smushing when she "hooks up with all of Seaside." A.k.a. three guys in a month. OMG, y'all, I can't even get into the bullshit of this logic anymore. These guys would literally fuck a different girl every hour on the hour if given the chance, but if a girl wants to get naked with two guys within a 24-hour period, that is completely unacceptable. Well then, what is an acceptable mourning period for slapping skins? 72 hours? A week? A month? And since when, Vinny, did you become the fucking center of the universe? The hard-on around which all women must revolve? Shut. It. Down.
Vinny goes into Snooki's room to ask what's wrong. She says she only wants to be with him. So he does the natural thing and shames her for bringing home a guy a few nights before. She slams up a wall. He tells her she's drunk and promises to talk to her tomorrow. He tells her he loves her before he leaves to go the confessional, where he genuinely seems to feel a little bit bad that he's upset Snooki. Deena crawls into Snooki's bed and consoles her as she cries some more sloppy tears.