Salty language abounds, so pinkies out and headphones up, y’all:
You know, I’d try and come up with something pithy about train wrecks that smell like pine trees or how it’s refreshing to see that Italian Americans aren’t the ethnic group determined to embarrass themselves on television by actin’ a damn fool, but you know what? I can have gay marriage, socialized medicine, biodegradable Sun Chip bags, AND this glorious mess? F*ck it, America, I’m out! RELEASE THE SNOOKI BOMB:
Much love to Videogum for this one, and three sassy snaps as well to Jezebel for bringing the Snooki bomb into my life.
