I've never even watched an episode of Jersey Shore, but I do watch television/have Twitter/know people...so I know enough. (Although I wish I'd never heard the word "smush". Sick.)
I think I remember seeing an interview with Snooki after her book was released (yeah, I'm laughing, too) where she said she wakes up in a garbage can once a month.
She's short. I'm short. She's tan. I'm tan (granted, mine is more golden-brown than orange). She's a mess. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a mess.
Thankfully, I have amazing friends that prevent me from waking up in garbage cans, or even worse...a stranger's bed/basement/bathtub full of ice.
Three times (count them 1-2-3) in the past three months, I have had nights where if it had not been for my amazing friends...I probably would have woken up in, about, or around a garbage can. Three times in three months...that is, on average, once a month.
Am I Snooki?
So I just want to say a quick thank you to all of my friends who have my back when I drink a little too much in heels that are a little too tall and have to
*Kidding by "usually". Now, you can take it to mean either always or never. Your choice.