Two cousins, a Vinny and Rick,
Believed every poor choice was slick.
We’d toast to the night,
With laughter in sight,
Now I treasure each wild, reckless trick.
My cousin and I, full of swagger,
Thought hangovers built up our stagger.
We’d close down the bar,
Then get in a car,
Now thankful those nights didn’t tag us.
Vinny and Rick on the chase,
Cologne you could track into space.
With a smile for the win,
Let the nonsense begin—
And call every eyebrow a “case.”