Something about this picture just makes me crack up.
If you are fortunate enough not to know who that it is, I say you are most likely lying. Should you be telling the truth, it is Snooki from MTV's The Jersey Shore. Perhaps it is her Lilliputian size or the juxtaposition of her zebra Ed Hardy tank top against the cold and unforgiving polyester of the police officer's uniform, or maybe the sand on her legs from a no doubt ungraceful face plant onto the sparkly sands of Seaside Heights, NJ. Who knows. To put it in an indelicate fashion, any way you slice it, that is some funny shit. I'd like to think I don't particularly make a habit out of schadenfreude but in this case it was a temptress I could not resist. Fare the well Snooki, may your legal troubles come to a swift and hopefully more successful end than Lindsay Lohan. At the very least you are a far more entertaining and endearing famewhore than she. My heart goes out to your glitter covered Ed Hardy journal that will no doubt take a beating tonight as you vent your frustrations and fears. That is of course under the very large assumption that you can indeed read and write.
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