She's getting all sorts of classy, and we do not like it. We've got our Natalies and Alexas and Cates who always bring on the gorgeous designer duds and pretty-princess frocks, so every now and then we need a little bit of trash to feed our eyes. And anyways, if we could offer some advice, it would be not to bite the hand that feeds you. Girl, you got famous for being a cleavage-bearing skank, don't magically turn your back on us and try to get all sorts of prissy. We want you in a ripped up top made of barely enough material to keep a titmouse dry in a drizzle, a bump-it that gets you this close to God, trashy extensions and the highest lucite heels you could find at Rampage (does that place even still exist?). Anywho, here's Jenni Farley (JWOWW is dead! Long live JWOWW) trying to gussy up (left) and then pictures of long-lost memories of how we remember her on the right (insert Barbara Streisand's "Memories" here).