This last week I went down the shore to LBI in search of Snooki and JWOWW, instead I came across this old scum-bag and his "niece". Not sure what their scene was all about, but the entire night she alternated between dancing for him and grinding his thigh like it was a rocking horse while everyone in the bar watched. I like to imagine that he's the Brad Wesley of LBI, shaking down business owners (and generally ruling the small town) with equal parts ruthlessness/style.
Sadly though, he probably wasn't anywhere near that cool, and sadder still, nobody ended up getting their throat torn out that night. Bottom line, it's like Dalton says, "If you're gonna have a pet, keep it on a leash."
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