Meet My Cousin Vinny…every Italian has one!

How much more of a cliche’ is this?  My cousin Vinny!

When I was a young kid running around tormenting my elders there was always a cousin that would save me from their wrath. Yes, it was my cousin Vinny.  We called him cousin Vincent.

It was funny because there was a huge gap between the older cousins, Cousin Vincent, Nora and Ricky and the rug rat cousins that I believed were a thorn in their side at social functions.  The older cousins were always cool…they had girlfriends or boyfriends, and they sat with the grown ups.  They just had that sense of coolness that only an eighteen year old or older could have as an 8 year old cousin looked on…wishing…he was cool.

No such luck!  My mother dressed me in plaid on f@#kin’ plaid and double knit slacks…f@#kin’ slacks…WTF.

If you tell anyone I will have to slap the shit out of you!

Watch this video and meet My Cousin Vinny.