The famous fable, "The Three Little Pigs"..... everybody knows that story, right?

Well, here's a little variation you never heard about.

A Brooklyn based big bad wolf started huffing and puffing on the house made of straw. So the little scared piggy ran to his neighbor pig's place next door which was made from sticks. Soon the wolf starting blowing on the stick house and it was falling apart. So they both ran over to their buddy's house which was made of brick by Italian pig artisan-masons.

The wood door and glass windows started rattling also, although the brick house was still standing tall and intact (those Italian artisans huh?). But just to be on the safe side, the third little piggy picks up his cell phone, dials a number, and has a quick hushed conversation.

Within minutes a black Caddy with tinted windows pulls up and three tough lookin pigs in jumpsuits and sportin baseball bats jump out of the car and proceed to bust the skull of the wolf. They broke every fucking bone in his body and left him in the gutter in front of the little brick house unconscious.

Amazed. The other two little piggies ask who the hell were they?

The third little piggy responds, "oh they're my cousins, the Guinea Pigs"