The Armpit of New York

This is what is going on at Joey's two doors down from me as I type. That's right: a Jersey Shore party...everyone in attendance is dressed up like a tool from the Garden State. A thug, another too tan (i.e. Tyler, who is most definitely wearing my liquid bronzer and necklace), colored shades, skin-tight T-shirts, and fist pumps. I LOVE how Tim just isn't even wearing a shirt in December (so Jersey chic). Upon interrupting to take said picture below I was asked in a practiced Jersey Boy accent if I had brought any Jager Bombs. Enough said, hope you're having fun honey...sure looks like it:)