The flesh was … available.
And so was everybody’s favorite sammich deal!
However, in terms of creating God’s perfect business plan, “Cousin Vinny” stumbled over his velour track suit and gold chains.
It’s the death of a dirty dream for a Bronx flesh peddler who tried to combine his love for “$5 foot-longs” and feather boas into a “Subway-style” sandwich shop and strip club.
Anthony “Cousin Vinny” Agnello ran afoul of trademark laws for offering the fast-food chain’s signature sandwich – as well as Subway wrappers, bags and menus – in his X-rated deli wannabe.
Agnello, 48, had sent out fliers promising customers free fountain sodas and $5 foot-long subs alongside “six hours of nonstop, hard-core, live action from some of the most beautiful young ladies who have ever chosen to take their clothes off in public.”
Here, as the kids say, is where things started to go downhill.
I mean, maybe it’s just me, but somehow, “Hey, the purity of Doctor’s Associates may not want a beautiful, delicious, healthful turkey sandwich associated with naked skanks” would have crossed my mind. But then again, I’m not one with a huge entrepreneurial spirit. I’ve never run any sort of business — other than a loosely organized Internet radio team and a freelance (read: free) wedding invitation/program design sweatshop (that employs one — me.)
But I gotta hand it to Cousin Vinny. He tried. He can just switch to hotdogs. Strippers love wieners.