From the state whose greatest export is currently an Oompa-Loompa with pouty lips named Snooki, comes a sordid tale of off-season hijinx starring Kenny Britt, who, despite all the money he's made, apparently has nothing better to do than slum at the local car wash  where he ran afoul of the local constabulary. Again.

Although this is neither surprising or important, I figure any entertainment during these uncertain times might do some good. Plus I get warm fuzzies at the thought that this might add extra indigestion to Buddy boy's day.